We ought to have more rules. Where the conch is, that’s a meeting. The same up here as down there.
The rules! You’re breaking the rules! Who cares?[shouted Ralph]
Which is better – to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill?
The golden rule is that there are no golden rules.
Rules are only barriers to prevent children from falling.[Règles ne sont que des barrières pour empêcher les enfants de tomber.]
Look, that’s why there’s rules, understand? So that you think before you break ’em.
If you kept the small rules, you could break the big ones.
