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It was very big to think about everything and everywhere. Only Godcould do that.

Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions.

Piggy and Ralph, under the threat of the sky, found themselves eager to take a place in this demented but partly secure society. They were glad to touch the brown backs of the fence that hemmed in the terror and made it governable.

I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.

Miss Caroline seemed unaware that the ragged, denim-shirted and floursack-skirted first grade, most of whom had chopped cotton and fed hogs from the time they were able to walk, were immune to imaginative literature.

One flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo's nest.

She was the bravest person I ever knew.

No matter what anybody says to you, don't you let 'em get your goat. Try fighting with your head for a change

but you see they could never, never understand that I live like I do because that’s the way I want to live.

Fear the time when the bombs stop falling while the bombers live - for every bomb is proof that the spirit has not died...And this you can know - fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

I never understood her preoccupation with heredity. Somewhere, I had received the impression that Fine Folks were people who did the best they could with the sense they had, but Aunt Alexandra was of the opinion, obliquely expressed, that the longer a family had been squatting on one patch of land the finer it was.

Dill if you don't hush I'll knock you bowlegged.

What whip lashed them to their knees in shame and submission? The worship of the word "We.

Again, as I had often met it in my own church, I was confronted with the Impurity of Women doctrine that seemed to preoccupy all clergymen.

And I fired four more times at a lifeless body and the bullets sank in without leaving a mark. And it was like giving four sharp knocks at the door of unhappiness.

I said I would like it very much, which was a lie, but one must lie under certain circumstances and at all times when one can't do anything about them.

What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and the impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?

I think there might be a better way,change the law

It was a long story and the spirt which moved it was the spirit of man's freedom. But what is freedom? Freedom from what? There is nothing to take a man's freedom away from him, save other men. To be free, a man must be free of his brothers. that is freedom. This and nothing else.~Equality 7-2521 (as Prometheus), pg 101

Hm … yes, all is in a man's hands and he lets it all slip from cowardice, that's an axiom