“Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.”

“Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!”

“The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers... Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.”

“His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.”

“Which is better--to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?”

“In our country for all her greatness there is one thing she cannot do and that is translate a person wholly out of one class into another. Perfect translation from one language into another is impossible. Class is the British language.”

“Which is better -- to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is?Which is better -- to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill?Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?”