"You can eff off, too," I say, except I don't say eff, I say what 'eff' stands for.

If a crowd can flinch, they flinch. More than a thousand men flinch under the fist of just one. I don't see what the women do.

A book… it’s a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.

There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.

And the pain is too much it's too much it's too much and my hands are on my head and I'm rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that's inside me. And i fall back into it.

Ideals, my girl,” she says. “Always easier to believe in than live.” “But if you don't at least try to live them,” Bradley says, “then there's no point in living at all.

I'll find you- Keep calling for me, Viola- Cuz here I come.