“Here in the land of plenty, the well of dignity is empty: good enough to fight the wars and pick the fruit, but not to stay.”

“The secrets of field and stream; of the small, wild things are best known by the child of spring and most useful to adult of autumn who has forgotten them.”

“The shift is felt below as you pass Roche’s Point to the sea and we go into the South, to find coffin ships anew in the Middle Sea.”

“When the night has settled in, it’s hard to turn the face unto the page and seek within the empty spaces the fullness of life.”

“Elizabeth walked out under a white flag, past those who had died since the killing began on Monday, up to the barricades atop Moore Street, where The O’Rahilly had charged and fell.”

“He read aloud from a torn edition of the Chicago Tribune, for the others on the picket line to hear above the howling wind and the crump of boots in the dirty snow, ‘Says here she’s the most dangerous woman in America’.”

With the coming of full spring came warmer days, which found the dishevelled wretch wandering lonely roads, seeking holy rocks at which to pray, and crying to the laughing wind, 'My name is Outcast.'