There is no significant idea which cannot be explained to an intelligent twelve year old boy in fifteen minutes.

I did not myself know what I wanted: I feared life, desired to escape from it, yet still hoped something of it.

But she did not take her eyes from the wheels of the second car. And exactly at the moment when the midpoint between the wheels drew level with her, she threw away the red bag, and drawing her head back into her shoulders, fell on her hands under the car, and with a light movement, as though she would rise immediately, dropped on her knees. And at the instant she was terror-stricken at what she was doing. 'Where am I? What am I doing? What for?' She tried to get up, to throw herself back; but something huge and merciless struck her on the head and dragged her down on her back.

Though the doctors treated him, let his blood, and gave him medications to drink, he nevertheless recovered.

Here I am alive, and it's not my fault, so I have to try and get by as best I can without hurting anybody until death takes over.

Even if the absence of government really did mean anarchy in a negative, disorderly sense - which is far from being the case - even then, no anarchical disorder could be worse than the position to which government has led humanity.

All that day she had had the feeling that she was playing in the theatre with actors better than herself and that her poor playing spoiled the whole thing.