What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
We musn't let anything happen to Piggy, must we?
Listen, Ralph. Never mind what's sense. That's gone
Le più grandi idee sono le più semplici.
I tell you, money can't build your spire for you. Build it of gold and it would simply sink deeper.
Sleep is where we touch what is better left unexamined. There, the whole of life is bundled up, dwindled. There the carefully hoarded and enjoyed personality, our only treasure and at the same time ou...
The greatest pleasure is not - say - sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity - well, that's the job of the writer.
My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
I think are foolish to pretend they are equal to men,they are far superior and always have been. -William Golding
What I mean is... maybe it's only us...
The thing is---fear can't hold you any more than a dream...
As for the fear, you'll have to put up with that like the rest of us.
Life itself is a rickety building
Maybe there is a beast… maybe it's only us.
Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
If only one had time to think!
The rules! shouted Ralph, you're breaking the rules!Who cares?
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!
This was a savage whose image refused to blend with that ancient picture of a boy in shorts and a shirt.
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...