Are We Savages Or What?

If Faces Were Different When Lit From Above Or Below -- What Was A Face? What Was Anything?

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.

Life Should Serve Up Its Feast Of Experience In A Series Of Courses.

I Am Astonished At The Ease With Which Uninformed Persons Come To A Settled, A Passionate Opinion When They Have No Grounds For Judgment.

I Began To Write When I Was Seven, And I Have Been Writing Off And On Ever Since. It Is Still Off And On. You Can Say That When I Am On, When I Know I Have A Book Which I Am Going To Write, Then I Write Two Thousand Words A Day. That's So Many Pages Longhand.