Which is better--to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, get it out with Optrex.
Justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so is ugliness.
Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.
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.
the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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.
The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.
Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
Which is better -- to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is? Which is better -- to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
This little piggy went to Hades This little piggy stayed home This little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh This little piggy violated virgins And this little piggy clambered over a heap of dead bodies to get to the top
I know there isn't no beast—not with claws and all that, I mean—but I know there isn't no fear, either." Piggy paused. "Unless—" Ralph moved restlessly. "Unless what?" "Unless we get frightened of people.
I'm scared of him," said Piggy, "and that's why I know him. If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he's all right really, an' then when you see him again; it's like asthma an' you can't breathe.
Everybody is afraid they won't have any money after they die, but Jack Benny discovered a way to take it with him. He had his appendix taken out and a piggy bank put in.