Are we savages or what?

People don't help much.

Worse than madness. Sanity.

We're not savages. We're English.

The greatest ideas are the simplest.

Heaven lies around us in our infancy.

You'll get back to where you came from.

Couldn't a fire outrun a galloping horse?

Man produces evil as a bee produces honey.

Maybe there is a beast… maybe it's only us.

What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?

I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.

There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.

And I've been wearing specs since I was three.

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

At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.

What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?

We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?

Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.

They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.

Only one novel is a novel: that is a successful novel.

Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!

What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.

I do think that art that doesn't communicate is useless.

But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.

However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.

The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

Childhood is a disease - a sickness that you grow out of.

I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.

I hope my books make statements about our general condition.

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

We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grownups would do.

A star appeared...and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.

What could be safer than the bus center with its lamps and wheels?

The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.

Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.

The rules!" shouted Ralph, "you're breaking the rules!" "Who cares?

He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.

Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?

For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.

Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.

Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.

I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.

I have always understood the Nazis because I am of that sort by nature.

the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.

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

There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.

No human endeavour can ever be wholly good... it must always have a cost.

Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don't understand.

The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.

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