A sampling from David Cale, monologist, from his collected Shows (2016):
When I die they’ll find intuition at the wheel.
Care and all its relatives seemed to fall out of me.
We were married in a registrar’s office by a man whose accent was so thick that to this day I’m not completely clear what I was agreeing to.
It was so quiet in the open. You could almost hear your moods change.
I felt like someone who’s used to swimming in pools in people’s back gardens, who’s suddenly been dropped in the ocean.
I don’t want to play a game I have no interest in winning.
It’s funny how things that are said at pivotal points in your life are forever imprinted.
Sexually speaking I’d say Keith was like a really good waiter at a pretty good restaurant. Very good service, but ultimately disappointing food.
Sometimes the pleasure was so intense she felt like hailing a taxi.
Sometimes the sex was so intense that the only words to say to him that matched the intensity were the words. ‘ I love you’. But she couldn’t tell him that.
“Oy, it’s brutal out there in the sexual jungle. Not that I’ve been to the sexual jungle, but I’ve flown over it a couple of times, on my way to somewhere else.”
“Oh, longing,” I says, “I used to spend about six months of the year there. I spent so much time there that I ran for office. I became the Mayor of Longing.”