“Everything here is filthy. The whole city is filthy and teeming with men. Let the rain fall and let it keep on falling. Let it fall on that heap of dung and softly wash my little turtledove.”

“Go upwards. Don’t try and go over the walls, because beyond the walls are more walls: prison goes on forever. You can only escape from the rooftops, towards the sun. They’ll never put a wall between the sun and the earth.”

“I’m not your guardian any more. You’re not a child any more. Your age is irrelevant: fifteen or fifty, it’s all the same. What you are is cunt. And no one gives a toss.”