Quotes About Community

Wherever farming took root, violence emerged as a more important feature of social life.

As Guy Bois has written, the Roman town was a parasitic community, not a center of production: "In the Roman period, the dominant function of a city was of a political order. It lived primarily from the revenues draining into it from its surroundings by the agency of the land tax.… The town, in effect, produced little or nothing for the benefit of the surrounding countryside.

Stephenson's "metaverse" is a dense virtual community with its own laws.

citizens of the pale

The livelihoods of hunter-gatherers depended upon their functioning in small bands that allowed little or no scope for a division of labor other than along gender lines. They had no organized government, usually no permanent settlements, and no possibility for accumulating wealth.

They called you the Glue" "The Glue?" "Yeah. Probably because you're kind of the glue that holds us all together

Thank you for being my friends

Let's get this started, people. It won't be long before we all lose our minds.

Minho looked at Thomas. "I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.

Reason we're here is because almost every lovin' kid in the Glade has come up to me in the last day or two either boohooing about Thomas or beggin' to take his bloody hand in marriage...

Good try, ya bugging shank. The Gathering elects Runners, and if you think I'm tough, they'd laugh in your face.

Newt stood to join Thomas and jabbed a finger in his face. "You listen to me, Greenie. You listenin' all nice and pretty?" Thomas surprisly didn't feel that indimidated. He rolled his eyes, but then nodded. "You better stop this nonsense, before others hear about it. That's not how it works around here, and our whole existence depends on things working.

For some reason, he was different from everyone else in the Glade. He felt like he'd lived an entire lifetime since awakening from his memory wipe, but he'd only been there a week.

The fact that the Gladers hadn't given up said more about these people than anything else. And now he was one of them. This is my life, he thought. Living in a giant maze, surrounded by hideous beasts. Sadness filled him like a heavy poison.

Welcome to the Glade.

Sometimes you have to let go. Sometimes you have to let others share your burden.

By the end of the day, the Gladers had turned into a small army. A very pathetic, ill-prepared Army, Thomas thought, but an army all the same.

But they'd survived that, too, eventually finding their way to the settlements. Where they might've lived in peace if it weren't for a committee called the PCC.

Two men, three, a woman—four people total.

network of tree houses and huts and underground burrows that made up the thriving metropolis in which they lived—all logs and twine and dried mud, everything leaning to the left or the right—did

They made it halfway before order collapsed. All of the house occupants seemed to scream at once, and their bodies swarmed in, pressing against Mark and his friends. Mark lost hold of Deedee's hand and saw her disappear into the crowd, her sweet little cry like that of an angel among demons.

He found himself thinking of Newt, maybe the one he liked most of all of them, not immune.

Religious or not, everyone celebrates Christmas in one way or another.

Name's Newt, Greenie, and we'd all be right cheery if ya'd forgive our klunk-for-brains new leader, here.