Lord of the Flies

The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.

We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything.

We can use this to call the others. Have a meeting. They'll come when they hear us.

Maybe there is a beast. What I mean is, maybe it's only us.

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

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go?

Which is better, to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill?

I'm scared of him, and that's why I know him. If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop thinking about him.

The rock struck Piggy a glancing blow from chin to knee; the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.

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.