“Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.”

“If I blow the conch and they don't come back; then we've had it. We shan't keep the fire going. We'll be like animals. We'll never be rescued.""If you don't blow, we'll soon be animals anyway.”

“Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light;The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true.”

“When the bell rings, and lunch is over, I decide to come back here tomorrow, and the next day. I tell myself it really isn’t that bad.”

“The ring comes whenever it willbecause it's darkwhere the mountains motherand being stuck in one spotis something to ring bells about”

“We'll probably never save our souls - but hell, at least we'll get our hair sorted.”