“We're not savages. We're English.”

“We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything.”

“We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.”

“We have to face it at last. We're not all human.”

“Are we savages or what?”

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

“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.”