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.

What a sad thing men are. Can’t do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can’t build something up without tearing it down.

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.

This is how we are protecting you, by getting you out.

A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.

It’s a trick Ben taught me to help settle my Noise. You close yer eyes and as clearly and calmly as you can you tell yerself who you are, cuz that’s what gets lost in all that Noise.

Limitations can be hugely creative and hugely inspiring - so long as they are the ones you choose for yourself.