What Could Be Safer Than The Bus

This Is Our Island. It's A Good Island. Until The Grownups Come To Fetch Us We'll Have Fun.

My Yesterdays Walk With Me. They Keep Step, They Are Gray Faces That Peer Over My Shoulder.

Are We Savages Or What?

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.

Nothing Is So Impenetrable As Laughter In A Language You Don't Understand.