Which is better -- to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is? Which is better -- to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?

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

We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.

The mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.

Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.

Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.

I know there isn't no beast—not with claws and all that, I mean—but I know there isn't no fear, either." Piggy paused. "Unless—" Ralph moved restlessly. "Unless what?" "Unless we get frightened of people.