We all got to be our own judge, l’il brother. ‘Cause if you don’t know when you wrong, yo’ life ain’t worf a damn. (Chapter 1)

I’m sayin’ that bein’ right won’t wash the blood from your hands. (Chapter 2)

He’d learned when he was a boy that the next meal was never a promise; only a fool didn’t eat when he could. (Chapter 3)

You looked right through me, brother.’ Socrates felt tears in his eyes. ‘You across the street …right in front of me like I was some kinda animal, like I didn’t even matter at all. And then you couldn’t even nod to me… (Chapter 4)

He didn’t care about a job just then. He was happy to talk, happy to say what he felt. Because he knew that he was telling the truth, and that those men believed him. (Chapter 5)

You don’t teach people... (Chapter 6)