“A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.”

“Anything from Kipling”

“Unappreciated because too many of his [Rudyard Kipling's] peers were socialists.”

“Body and spirit, I surrendered whole, To harsh Instructors- and received a soul.”

“Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges -- Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!”

“Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!”

“All kinds of magic are out of date and done away with, except in India, where nothing changes in spite of the shiny, top-scum stuff that people call 'civilization.”

“An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.”

“It's clever, but is it Art?”

“And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty, but is it Art?'”

“San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.”