There's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.

I do think that art that doesn't communicate is useless.

Malcolm Bradbury made the point, and I don't know whether it's a valid one or not, that the real English at the moment is not the English spoken in England or in America or even in Canada or Australia or New Zealand. The real English is the English which is a second language, so that it's rather like Latin in the days of the Roman Empire when people had their own languages, but had Latin in order to communicate.

How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?

You'll get back to where you came from.

What could be safer than the bus center with its lamps and wheels?

Which is better -- to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is? Which is better -- to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?