That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels very very good.

What had been lost was found again. And those who had been hungry without knowing the name of their hunger, were fed.

I have a sense of comfortableness in love; it isn't grand sweeping passions that I expected to feel.

I left because I couldn't....... Because you couldn't bear to let him leave you. You felt it, didn't you? You felt him fading even then. You knew that he neede…

I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet.

Forsaken, fucking in the cold, eating each other, lost runny noses, complaining all the time like so many people that we know

Is there life before death? That's chalked up In Ballymurphy. Competence with pain, Coherent miseries, a bite and a sup, We hug our little destiny again.