“It was a crying shame!”

“Darren, everybody cries when they get stabbed. There's no shame in that.”

“Adam gave me a scandalized look. "Fraternizing with the enemy!" he cried. "For shame, wench!”

“I was going to have to kill him. It was a crying shame, but I was going to have to. It was a matter of principle.”

“We may avoid shame if we choose, for shame seldom takes us unawares but has its warning cry, and we can hear that cry as clearly as we can hear the coming of the north wind... The man lying in the mud hadn't heard the coming of the north wind.”

“Oh shame, shame! Oh crying shame! How can we? Why do we allow ourselves? What are we doing? The last little room of dirt is waiting. Without windows. So for God’s sake make a move, Henderson, put forth effort. You, too, will die of this pestilence. Death will annihilate you and nothing will remain, and there will be nothing left but junk...While something still is -- now! For the sake of all, get out!”