Stories don’t always have happy endings.

He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.

To say you have no choice is to relieve yourself of responsibility.

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

That's another thing about Noise. Everything that's ever happened to you just keeps right on talking, for ever and ever.

Noise ain't Truth, Noise is what men want to be true, and there's a difference twixt those two things so big that it could ruddy well kill you if you don't watch out.

Nobody has to tell nobody nothing,” I say, taking another step forward. “You never were a poet, were you, Todd?” he says.