What Could Be Safer Than The Bus

Couldn't A Fire Outrun A Galloping Horse?

Ralph... Would Treat The Day's Decisions As Though He Were Playing Chess. The Only Trouble Was That He Would Never Be A Very Good Chess Player.

Ralph Wept For The End Of Innocence, The Darkness Of Man's Heart, And The Fall Through The Air Of The True, Wise Friend Called Piggy.

People Don't Help Much.

Art Is Partly Communication, But Only Partly. The Rest Is Discovery.