“I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.”

“Driving through rain with you, / in a sea of rain / I saw only the bridges, their railings, / the passing lanes, / when the earth rose into my eyes / I heard, I heard that I had loved.”

“All my life, I thought I was a Conservative. Now I know that I have never been one. The scales have dropped from my eyes.”

“I would have scattered their blood and brains like rain I would manure the Eleven Mile with their bloated carcasses and yet remember there is not one drop of murderous blood in my Veins.”

“The eye covers distances in a second. It lusts for freedom. Looking out, I often wanted to be free - not of home, but of the city. The eye (if it's gazing upon something it's unhappy with, as I was) might see nothing. Looking up is different. I have the freedom I then wanted.”

“I have something to say about the difference between American and European cities, but I forgot what it was. I have it written down at home somewhere.”

“There is a blood red circle
On the cold dark ground.
And the rain is falling down.
The church door's thrown open;
I can hear the organ's song.
But the congregation's gone.
My city of ruins.
My city of ruins.”

“I have climbed highest mountains,I have run through the field,only to be with you.I have run,I have crawled,I have scaled these city walls,only to be with you.But I still haven't found what I'm looking for”

“I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumours to my dogs.”

“I have a feeling that wherever I may be in the future, I will be wondering whether there is rain at Ngong.”