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• Mr Birling: 'A heavy looking, rather portentous man… provincial in this speech'
• Mr Birling: 'unsinkable, absolutely, unsinkable'
• Mr Birling: 'community and all that nonsense … mixed up together like bees in a hive'
• Mr Birling: 'a man has to mind his own business and look after himself and his…'
• Mrs Birling: 'girls of that class'
• Mrs Birling: 'You have no power to make me change my mind'
• Mrs Birling: 'I did no more than my duty'
• Mrs Birling: 'I accept no blame for it all'
• Sheila: 'Oh – Gerald – you've got it – is it the one you wanted me to have? … Look mummy, isn't a beauty!'
• Sheila: 'They're not cheap labour, They're people'
• Sheila: 'I'll never, never, do it to anybody again'
• Sheila: 'Between us we drove that girl to commit suicide'
• Sheila: 'It's you two who are being childish – trying not to face the facts.'
• Eric: 'I was in that state when a chap easily turns nasty'
• Eric: 'The girl's dead and we all killed her'
• Eric: 'Why shouldn't they try for higher wages? We try for the highest possible prices.'
• Gerald: 'It may have all been nonsense.'
• Gerald: 'She was young and pretty and warm-heated and intensely grateful'
• Inspector: 'A chain of events'
• Inspector: 'He creates at once an impression of massiveness solidity, and purposefulness'
• Inspector: 'It's better to ask for the earth than take it'
• Checking out me history: Bandage up me eye with me own history. Blind me to me own identity
• Checking out me history: Dem tell me what dem want to tell me
• Checking out me history: Dem tell me about Florence nightingale… but dem never tell me about mary Seacole
• Kamikaze:Embarked at sunrise
• Kamikaze:They treated him as though he no longer existed
• Kamikaze:Shoals of fishes flashing silver as their bellies swivelled towards the sun
• Kamikaze:The dark prince, muscular, dangerous
• The emigree: The bright, filled paperweight… it may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants.
• The emigree: I have no passport, there's no way back at all
• The emigree: They accuse me of absence, they accuse me.
• Tissue: Paper that lets light shine through
• Tissue: Pages smoothed and stroked and turned
• Tissue: The sun shines through the borderlines
• Tissue: A structure never meant to last of paper smoothed and stroked.
• War photographer: Spools of suffering set out in ordered rows
• War photographer: All flesh is grass
• War photographer: He has a job to do
• War photographer: A half-formed ghost.
• War photographer: A hundred agonies in black and white.