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?

While I am on, I can discipline myself to that extent. When I am off, I can't discipline myself at all. On the other hand, when I am off, there are so many things I like doing, it doesn't really matter.

Maybe there is a beast… maybe it's only us.

Honestly, I haven't the time to read contemporary writers. I know this is awful, but in the main it is true.

The greatest ideas are the simplest.

Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.

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