our outside loo, known as the Betty, was a good loo; whitewashed and compact with a flashlight hanging behind the door. I smuggled books in there to read them in secret, claiming constipation.

Man, I feel sad after looking through that. I think he breaks every rule of programming...

The trail of lime trees outside our building is still a public loo. …where else are they supposed to go to the toilet in a city where public toilets are about as common as UFO sightings?” (pp.281-82)

If you can market smut and toilet paper, you can market movies.

My characters are always on the outside; the spotlight's not on them. But they do get somewhere.

I like getting toilet paper thrown at me.