Maybe, he said hesitantly, maybe there is a beast. The assembly cried out savagely and Ralph stood up in amazement. You, Simon? You believe in this? I don't know, said Simon. His heartbeats were choking him. [...] Ralph shouted. Hear him! He's got the conch! What I mean is . . . maybe it's only us. Nuts! That was from Piggy, shocked out of decorum.

For a small island, the place is remarkably diverse. Writers tend to see things from their own points of view, looking in one direction very much.

Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.

What could be safer than the bus center with its lamps and wheels?

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.

Heaven lies around us in our infancy.

But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.