“… and the wolf chewed up the children and spit out their bones … But those were Foreign Children and it really didn’t matter …”

“Children picking up our bones
Will never know that these were once
As quick as foxes on the hill;”

“Pain comes at me and I take it, chew it for a few minutes, and spit it back out. It's just not my thing anymore.”

“Children are all foreigners.”

“Parents are the bones on which children cut their teeth.”

“We would have broken up except for the children. Who were the children? Well, she and I were.”

“You must teach the children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.”

“Philosophy is an amazing tissue of really fine thinking and incredible, puerile mistakes. It's like one of those rubber 'bones' they give dogs to chew, damned good for the mind's teeth, but as food - no bloody good at all.”

“The wolf howled under the leaves
And spit out the prettiest feathers
Of his meal of fowl:
Like him I consume myself.”

“Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle.”