The mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
The half-shut eyes were dim with the infinite cynicism of adult life.
I must say that anyone who passed through those years [of World War II] without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.
He wanted to explain how people were never quite what you thought they were.
I'm scared of him, said Piggy, and that's why I know him. If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he's all right really, an' then when you see...
There have been so many interpretations of the story that I'm not going to choose between them. Make your own choice. They contradict each other, the various choices. The only choice that really matte...
The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
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.
Roger stooped, picked up a stone, aimed and threw it at Henry-threw it to miss. The stone, that token of preposterous time, bounced five yards to Henry's right and fell in the water. Roger gathered a...
The sun in the west was a drop of burning gold that slid nearer and nearer the sill of the world. All at once they were aware of the evening as the end of light and warmth.