Headmaster: Education in Britain is a nubile Cinderella: sparsely clad and much interfered with.
Mick Travis: There's no such thing as a wrong war. Violence and revolution are the only pure acts.
The Girl: Go on. Look at me. Look at my eyes. I'll kill you. Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and my eyes get bigger and bigger. And I'm like a tiger. I like tigers. Rrrrah.
Mick Travis: There's only one thing you can do with a girl like this. Walk naked into the sea together as the sun sets. Make love once... Then die.
Peanuts: Paradise is for the blessed. Not for the sex-obsessed.
Mick Travis: What stands, if freedom falls? Who dies, if England lives?
Mick Travis: The thing I hate about you, Rowntree, is the way you give Coca-Cola to your scum, and your best teddy bear to Oxfam, and expect us to lick your frigid fingers for the rest of your frigid life.
Mick Travis: One man can change the world with a bullet in the right place.
Mick Travis: The whole world will end very soon - black, brittle bodies peeling into ash.
Headmaster: Those who are given most also have most to give.
