If faces were different when lit from above or below -- what was a face? What was anything?
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...
He wanted to explain how people were never quite what you thought they were.
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.
The half-shut eyes were dim with the infinite cynicism of adult life.
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...
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.
Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.
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.