You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.

That was one thing you found out when you were stoned, or wasted, or feverish: that the world was always turning and that only a healthy mind could block out the sickening whirl of it.

I remember an era when you could get your nose sliced off for sticking it too far into another man's business. Now you can find out anything about anyone with the click of a button. There is no privacy and no consideration, and everyone is prying into things that aren't their affair. You can probably check on the intertube and find out what color underwear I have on today.

You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.

We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth.

I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.