Grownups know things,” said Piggy. “They ain’t afraid of the dark. They’d meet and have tea and discuss. Then things ’ud be all right –.
We don’t know much about our current selves, do we?
Life itself is a rickety building.
Uno tiene miedo porque la gente siempre tiene miedo.
I only wanted to keep up a fire!
Caminaron juntos, como dos universos distintos de experiencias y sentimientos, incapaces de comunicarse.
We need an assembly, not for cleverness, but for setting things straight.
As for the fear, you’ll have to put up with that like the rest of us.
They understood only too well the liberation into savagery that the concealing paint brought.
I had never met the Roman Catholuc Church outside of a history book. To come across it living, so to speak, was like finding a diplodocus.
What’s in a book, is not what an author thought he put into it, it’s what the reader get out of it.
I recognised uneasily the hand of what I sometimes thought to be my personal nemesis, the spirit of farce.
The deep sea breaking miles away on the reef made an undertone less perceptible than the susurration of the blood.
Thought was a valuable thing, that got results.
For if humanity has a future on this planet of a hundred million years, it is unthinkable that it should spend those aeons in a ferment of national self-satisfaction and chauvinistic idiocies.
I’m warning you. I’m going to get waxy. D’you see? You’re not wanted. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island! So don’t try it on, my poor misguided boy, or else – ” Simon found he was looking into a vast mouth. There was blackness within, a blackness that spread.
He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things.
The greatest ideas are the simplest. Now there was something to be done they worked with passion.
Somewhere over the darkened curve of the world the sun and moon were pulling; and the film of water on the earth planet was held, bulging slightly on one side while the solid core turned. The great wave of the tide moved further along the island and the water lifted. Softly, surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations, Simon’s dead body moved out towards the open sea.
He noticed, without understanding, how the flames were visible now against the dull light. Evening was come, not with calm beauty but with the threat of violence.