“My mother said I broke her heart… but it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us… but within that inch we are free.”

“You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid.
- That's what my head said. But my heart… My stupid heart… Her voice broke. It was singing.”

“It's all your fault, Mother,' said Larry austerely; 'you shouldn't have brought us up to be so selfish.' 'I like that!' exclaimed Mother. 'I never did anything of the sort!' 'Well, we didn't get as selfish as this without some guidance,' said Larry.”

“I will compensate all your one-inch, two-inch losses because I know how important every inch is to you aged, decrepit men.”

“When every inch of the world is known, sleep may be the only wilderness that we have left.”

“And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.”

“Why all these paintings of you? Because I'm an artist, Emma. These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.”

“So my heart finally broke. It was so long bent.
And it broke in three places when it finally went.
It wanted only to say what it meant.
So it suffered every punishment.”

“We can't be The Beatles. I can't shine their shoes. I can't sing as well as Paul or John. I can't write those kind of songs. But they would die in my armour and my eight-inch platform heels, and Paul can't spit fire, so there you have it.”

“We must use every inch of our blood to take back every inch of our land, you ten thousand youths and soldiers.”