Roger’s Quotes from Lord of the Flies
Maybe there is a beast…maybe it’s only us.
We did everything grown-ups would do. What went wrong?
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!
The rules are the only thing we’ve got!
Which is better – to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill?
We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages!
Roger stooped, picked up a stone, aimed, and threw it at Henry.
Roger edged past the chief, only just avoiding pushing him with his shoulder.
His face was red and ugly and his eyes were full of hot tears.
Roger’s arm was conditioned by a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins.
Roger… found himself eager to take a place in this demented but partly secure society.
Roger gathered a handful of stones and began to throw them.
There was a space round Henry, perhaps six yards in diameter, into which he dared not throw.
Roger aimed and threw a stone to miss.
Roger’s arm was conditioned by a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins.
The roof was finished and the shelters were finished, but there was still a lot of work to be done on the outside of the castle.
Roger led the way straight through the forest, increasing his pace as he did so.
With a sense of delirious abandonment, because of the swinging and the shouting, because of the downward pitch of the wind, and the feeling of infinite foreboding that hovered on the edge of the air, Roger leapt.
Roger started forward with a grotesque skipping stride that made his shoulders seem to stick out.
Roger stooped, picked up a stone, aimed, and threw it at Henry — threw it to miss.
That was a winter treat, a real skull.
Here, invisible yet strong, was the taboo of the old life.
Roger’s arm was conditioned by a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins.
Suddenly Jack bounded out from the tribe and began screaming wildly.
Roger sharpened a stick at both ends.
He kept himself away from the shame of understanding.
Roger started forward with a grotesque skipping stride.
There was no piggy to talk sense.
All the world that you knew and loved has crumbled to nothing.
He rubbed his face, feeling his sight now dominate the close darkness
He began to dance and his laughter became a bloodthirsty snarling.
Roger, perched on a rock in the distance, stretched out his arms
Roger sharpened a stick at both ends.
Roger edged past the chief, only just avoiding pushing him with his shoulder.
You stop your slinging, remember?
Kill the pig! Cut her throat! Spill her blood!
I am frightened. Of us. I want to go home. Oh God, I want to go home.
We’ve got the conch! said Roger, sounding moved.
On the last neck a smallish boy, who wore the remains of an extraordinary black cap on his red hair and who carried the remains of a pair of spectacles at his waist, started forward, then changed his mind and stood still.
I’ll be left all alone.
Roger spoke from his immense distance.
There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
Roger knelt beside Maurice, and the two of them began to poke with spears at the thing in the undergrowth.
Roger led the way straight through the forest, increasing his pace as he did so.
Roger’s arm, long and searching, was halfway to the back of Henry’s head.
What are we, humans or animals? Or savages?
I went on. I thought, by myself—
People are going to get hurt, they are, aren’t they?
Roger gathered a handful of stones and began to throw them
Roger spoke to Henry. ‘You don’t get up. Go on. You got to ‘member.