„Ralph waved the conch.”Shut up! Wait! Listen!”He went on in the silence, borne on in his triumph.”There’s another thing. We can help them to find us. If a ship comes near the island they may not notice us. So we must make smoke on top of the mountain. We must make a fire.””A fire! Make a fire!”At once half the boys were on their feet. Jack clamored among them, the conch forgotten.”Come on! Follow me!”The space under the palm trees was full of noise and movement. Ralph was on his feet too, shouting for quiet, but no one heard him. All at once the crowd swayed toward the island and was gone— following Jack. Even the tiny children went and did their best among the leaves and broken branches. Ralph was left, holding the conch, with no one but Piggy.“

— William Golding

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„"You couldn't have a beastie, a snake-thing, on an island this size," Ralph explained kindly. "You only get them in big countries, like Africa, or India."Murmur; and the grave nodding of heads."He says the beastie came in the dark.""Then he couldn't see it!"Laughter and cheers."Did you hear that? Says he saw the thing in the dark—""He still says he saw the beastie. It came and went away again an' came back and wanted to eat him.""He was dreaming."Laughing, Ralph looked for confirmation round the ring of faces. The older boys agreed; but here and there among the little ones was the doubt that required more than rational assurance."He must have had a nightmare. Stumbling about among all those creepers."More grave nodding. They knew about nightmares."He says he saw the beastie, the snake-thing, and will it come back tonight?""But there isn't a beastie!""He says in the morning it turned into them things like ropes in the trees and hung in the branches. He says will it come back again tonight?""But there isn't a beastie!"There was no laughter at all now and more grave watching. Ralph pushed both hands through his hair and looked at the little boy in mixed amusement and exasperation.“
— William Golding
„Even there, in the mines, underground, I may find a human heart in another convict and murderer by my side, and I may make friends with him, for even there one may live and love and suffer. One may thaw and revive a frozen heart in that convict, one may wait upon him for years, and at last bring up from the dark depths a lofty soul, a feeling, suffering creature; one may bring forth an angel, create a hero! There are so many of them, hundreds of them, and we are to blame for them.“
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
„All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.“
— Stanley Kubrick
„The boy was standing alone as though the broken glass all around him were a shining sea and he were an island.“
— Cassandra Clare