I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.

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?

One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.

As far as the novel is concerned in my own country, I think it's in a pretty healthy state.

But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.

Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.

At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.