"There are the people of the day, and the creatures of the night. And it's important to remember that the creatures of the night aren't simply the people of the day staying up late because they think that makes them cool and interesting. It takes a lot more than heavy mascara and a pale complexion to cross the divide."
"The thought was flooding into his mind, and not for the first time, that Mr Clete was not playing with a full orchestra, that he was one of those people who built their own hot madness out of sane and chilly parts."
"The tower had won an award in 1965, just before bits had started falling
off. It was always windy. Even on the calmest day, gales whistled icily
through the concrete corridors. The place was some kind of wind reservation.
If the Joshua N'Clement block had existed a few thousand years ago, people
would have come from all over the country to sacrifice to the wind god.
Johnny's father called it Rottweiler Heights. Johnny could hear them barking as he walked up the stairs (the lifts had stopped working in 1966). Everyone in the tower seemed afraid, and mostly they seemed afraid of one another."
"They strolled past what had been, in 1965, an environmental green space and was now a square of dog-poisoned earth where the shopping trolleys went to die."