She is her father's daughter in a way that has finally brought her back to unfreedom . . . the last misfortune bequeathed to her by the terrible man who was her father.

‘I knew not then,’ he confessed, ‘but now I think…’ It is not necessary to follow Goad along the path taken by his esprit d'escalier to see how sheer intellectual pleasure was the driving-force behind such efforts.

Just as long as they don't come around talking smack to us. But if they ain't in no gang and they live in our area, it's up to them if they join or not.

[…] and Oh Em Gee the conversations that you have when you have found them makes all the searching, worth it…..