If you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an’ you can’t breathe.
If only one had time to think!
If faces were different when lit from above or below – what was a face? What was anything?
I’m frightened. Of us. I want to go home. Oh God, I want to go home.
He’s like Piggy. He says things like Piggy. He isn’t a proper chief.[about Ralph]
He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human.
Grownups know things. They ain’t afraid of the dark. They’d meet and have tea and discuss. Then things ‘ud be all right-[said Piggy]
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? Why things are what they are?
Don’t you want to be rescued? All you can talk about is pig, pig, pig!
Daylight might have answered yes; but darkness and the horrors of death said no.
Aren’t there any grownups at all? I don’t think so.
“People don’t help much.” He wanted to explain how people were never quite what you thought they were.
