“Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.” “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.” “The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.” “What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?”
“The rules!" shouted Ralph, "you're breaking the rules!"
“the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.” “Which is better--to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?” “Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!” “If I blow the conch and they don't come back; then we've had it. We shan't keep the fire going. We'll be like animals. We'll never be rescued." "If you don't blow, we'll soon be animals anyway.”
“This is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.” “Are we savages or what?”
“This toy of voting was almost as pleasing as the conch. Jack started to protest but the clamor changed from the general wish for a chief to an election by acclaim of Ralph himself. None of the boys could have found good reason for this; what intelligence had been shown was traceable to Piggy while the most obvious leader was Jack. But there was a stillness about Ralph as he sat that marked him out: there was his size, and attractive appearance; and most obscurely, yet most powerfully, there was the conch. The being that had blown that, had sat waiting for them on the platform with the delicate thing balanced on his knees, was set apart.” “He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.” “We musn't let anything happen to Piggy, must we?”