“In the final reckoning, there’s only two types of scumbag: the dumb ones locked behind the prison gate and the smart ones with their name above it.”

“There are two kinds of Europeans: The smart ones, and those who stayed behind.”

“The Brinktown jail is one of the most ingenious ever propounded by civic authorities. It must be remembered that Brinktown occupies the surface of a volcanic butte, overlooking a trackless jungle of quagmire, thorn, eel-vine skiver tussock. A single road leads from city down to jungle; the prisoner is merely locked out of the city. Escape is at his option; he may flee as far through the jungle as he sees fit: the entire continent is at his disposal. But no prisoner ever ventures far from the gate; and, when his presence is required, it is only necessary to unlock the gate and call his name.”

“I don’t see anybody,” he whispered to the two figures behind him. “No gates or locks, neither. Do you think maybe they’re using invisible barriers or something?”

“Only dumb people try to impress smart people. Smart people just do what they do.”

“Don't be smart. Smart is only a polished version of dumb. Try intelligence. It will surely see you through.”