I'm scared of him," said Piggy, "and that's why I know him. If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he's all right really, an' then when you see him again; it's like asthma an' you can't breathe.

My father was very musical, and music plays quite a large part in my life.

The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.

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

Are we savages or what?

Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?