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Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.

The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned. At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blood—and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition.

I felt as I hadn't felt for ages. I had a foolish desire to burst into tears. for the first time I'd realized how all these people loathed me.

We musn't let anything happen to Piggy, must we?

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

so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again...

I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughterand the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.

These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you. And for the most part they did. Or something did; you could tell by the fact that you were still alive.

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our day.

Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.

The bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in its own dimension, repaying itself over and over.

¿Quién necesita flores cuando ya se ha muerto? Nadie.

If you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span.

I soon forgot storm in music.

What tale do you like best to hear?' 'Oh, I have not much choice! They generally run on the same theme - courtship; and promise to end in the same catastrophe - marriage.

I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,--a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,Himself the primrose path of dalliance treadsAnd recks not his own read.

I believe in God, God. God, I believe in God.