The Casual Vacancy - Pg 175

"Yeah," said Fats. "Fucking and dying. That's it, innit? Fucking and dying. That's life." 

    "Trying to get a fuck and trying not to die."

    "Or trying to die," said Fats. "Some people. Risking it."

    "Yeah. Risking it."

    There was more silence, and their hiding place was cool and hazy.

    "And music," said Andrew quietly, watching the blue smoke hanging beneath the dark rock.

    "Yeah," said Fats, in the distance. "And music."