'I know,' said Winter, 'but they don't know.' And he went on with a thought he had been having. 'A time-minded people,' he said, 'and the time is nearly up. They think that just because they have only one leader and one head, we are all like that. They know that ten heads lopped off will destroy them, but we are a free people; we have as many heads as we have people, and in a time of need leaders pop up among us like mushrooms.'

And finally comes culture, which is entertainment, relaxation, transport out of the pain of living.

If you're in trouble, or hurt or need - go to the poor people. They're the only ones that'll help - the only ones.

She wasn't happy, but then she wasn't unhappy. She wasn't anything. But I don't believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing. This vacant eye, listless hand, this damask cheek dusted like a doughnut with plastic powder, had to have a memory or a dream.

I find out of long experience that I admire all nations and hate all governments

I am a little man and this is a little town, but there must be a spark in little men that can burst into flame.

I have wondered why is it that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death that others.