“What I mean is... maybe it's only us...”
“Maybe there is a beast… maybe it's only us.”
“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.”
“Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.”
“...maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe it's what keeps us together.”
“Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.”