Those are not just code numbers on the radio beam, they're cries for help. People are being cheated, robbed, murdered, raped. And ...that goes on twenty-four hours a day every day of the year. And that's not exceptional, that's usual. It's the same in every city of the modern world. But suppose we had no police force, good or bad. Suppose we had ... just silence. Nobody to listen, nobody to answer. The battle's finished. The jungle wins. The predatory beasts take over.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The power of a text is different when it is read from when it is copied out.... Only the copied text thus commands the soul of him... who is occupied with it, whereas the mere reader never discovers the new aspects of his inner self that are opened by the text, that road cut through the interior jungle forever closing behind it: because the reader follows the movement of his mind in the free flight of day-dreaming, whereas the copier submits it to command.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You've spent too much time with the stars. You don't know anything about living, the law of the jungle, the human jungle. I do, I'...ve spent my life at it. You don't know what your civilized people will do to cling to life. I do, because I know I'd cling if I had to kill to do it. And so will you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creat...ion is a gift to the future.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It's like a jumble of huts in a jungle somewhere. I don't understand how you can live there. It's really, completely dead. Walk al...ong the street, there's nothing moving. I've lived in small Spanish fishing villages which were literally sunny all day long everyday of the week, but they weren't as boring as Los Angeles.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A man perfects himself by working. Foul jungles are cleared away, fair seed-fields rise instead, and stately cities; and withal th...e man himself first ceases to be a jungle, and foul unwholesome desert thereby.... The man is now a man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea,... Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal black Women from whose loins I sprang When the birds of Eden sang?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Man is head, chest and stomach. Each of these animals operates, more often than not, individually. I eat, I feel, I even, although... rarely, think.... This jungle crawls and teems, is hungry, roars, gets angry, devours itself, and its cacophonic concert does not even stop when you are asleep.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We're headed for collapse, if you want my opinion, Missy. I can see it in the fallin' off of the quality of vagrants. There was a ...time you could find real good company in almost any jungle you'd pick, men who could talk, men who'd read a book now and then; and now, what do you find, a lot of dirty little guttersnipes no decent tramp would want to associate with. Well, it's been that way all through history.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »