He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.

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.

There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.

I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.

We're not savages. We're English.

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.

I have a confession to make. The love affair of my life has been with the Greek language. I have now reached the age when it has occurred to me that I may have read some books for the last time. I suddenly thought that there are books I cannot bear not to read again before I die. One that stands out a mile is Homer's Iliad.