Pioneers need good neighbors. - Robert A. Heinlein

I’m not going to give up my gun. Dad wouldn’t want me to. I’m sure of that. Anyhow, I’m licensed and I don’t have to. I’m a qualified marksman, I’ve passed the psycho tests, and I’ve taken the oath; I’m as much entitled to wear a gun as he is.

He was caught in the old dilemma of the man with unintegrated values, who eats meat but would rather somebody else did the butchering.

We are strangers, all of us, family most of all.