Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!

Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.

A crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man is a gregarious animal, and enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.

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.

One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.

He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.

We're not savages. We're English.