"Ye wake in a corner and stay there hoping yer body will disappear, the thoughts smothering ye; these thoughts; but ye want to remember and face up to things, just something keeps ye from doing it, why can ye no do it; the words filling yer head: then the other words; there's something wrong; there's something far far wrong; ye're no a good man, ye're just no a good man." pg. 1

"he had seen it, the sorts man he had fucking seen it, cunts fucking dying, getting fucking kicked to death, the fucking lot man he had seen it .... All he wanted was his due, that was all man his fucking due. He had copped for it; copped for this and copped for that." pg. 57.

"If the wind was up then it made things creak and sometimes at night if ye were coming home ye thought ye heard...