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

“We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.”

“You don't even care enough about us to hate us, do you?”

“There have been so many interpretations of the story that I'm not going to choose between them. Make your own choice. They contradict each other, the various choices. The only choice that really matters, the only interpretation of the story, if you want one, is your own. Not your teacher's, not your professor's, not mine, not a critic's, not some authority's. The only thing that matters is, first, the experience of being in the story, moving through it. Then any interpretation you like. If it's yours, then that's the right one, because what's in a book is not what an author thought he put into it, it's what the reader gets out of it.”

“I'm scared of him," said Piggy, "and that's why I know him. 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...”

“There ought to be some mode of life where all love is good, where one love can't compete with another but adds to it.”

“The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.”