In the traditional urban novel there is only survival or not. The suburban idea the conformist idea that agony can be seen to and cured by doctors or psychoanalysis or self-knowledge is nowhere to be found in the city. Talking is a way of life but it is not a cure. Same with religion.

Let every nation know whether it wishes us well or ill that we shall pay any price bear any burden meet any hardship support any friend oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.

Growing hemp as nature designed it is vital to our urgent need to reduce greenhouse gases and ensure the survival of our planet.

High Romanticism shows you nature in all its harsh and lovely metamorphoses. Flood fire and quake fling us back to the primal struggle for survival and reveal our gross dependency on mammoth still mysterious forces.

Nature is indifferent to the survival of the human species including Americans.

I have no qualms about saying I am more confident in the medical treatment in America. The breast cancer survival rate is 20 per cent higher than in the UK.

In the name of Hypocrites doctors have invented the most exquisite form of torture ever known to man: survival.

The ultimate value of life depends upon awareness and the power of contemplation rather than upon mere survival.

I grew up in the southern United States in a city which at that time during the late '40's and early '50's was the most segregated city in the country and in a sense learning how to oppose the status quo was a question of survival.

Learning is not compulsory... neither is survival.