Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives
My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.
You must stand for free speech in the streets.
Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.
I'm not a lady, I'm a hellraiser
I'm not afraid of the press or the Militia.