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.

One's intelligence may march about and about a problem, but the solution does not come gradually into view. One moment it is not. The next it is there.

To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be

I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.

Even if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?

the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.