Ralph...would treat the day's decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player.
They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.
The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
This is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.
The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.
We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers... Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
We're not savages. We're English.
The flames, as though they were a kind of wild life, crept as a jaguar creeps on its belly toward a line of birch-like saplings that fledged an outcrop of the pink rock.
We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything.
A single drop of water that had escaped Piggy's fingers now flashed on the delicate curve like a star.
The greatest ideas are the simplest.
What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
The mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
What did it mean? A stick sharpened at both ends. What was there in that?
If faces were different when lit from above or below -- what was a face? What was anything?
The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers but won't tell.
Which is better--to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.
The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.
You'll get back to where you came from
Maybe there is a beast… maybe it's only us.
The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
The water rose further and dressed Simon's coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble...
Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.
He was as fitted to survival in this modern world as a tapeworm in an intestine.
He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
Utopias are presented for our inspection as a critique of the human state. If they are to be treated as anything but trivial exercises of the imagination. I suggest there is a simple test we can apply.... We must forget the whole paraphernalia of social description, demonstration, expostulation, approbation, condemnation. We have to say to ourselves, 'How would I myself live in this proposed society How long would it be before I went stark staring mad'
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