Bethany Watts

“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”
― Emily Dickinson

“The boys were dancing. The pile was so rotten, and now so tinder-dry, that whole limbs yielded passionately to the yellow flames that poured upwards and shook a great beards of flame twenty feet in the air. For yards round the fire the heat was like a blow, and the breeze was a river of sparks. Trunks crumbled to a white dust.”
― William Golding, Lord of the Flies

“Eyes shining, mouths open, triumphant, they savored the right of domination. They were lifted up: were friends.”
― William Golding, Lord of the Flies

“Wave after wave, Ralph followed the rise and fall until something of the remoteness of the sea numbed his brain. Then gradually the almost infinite size of this water forced itself oh his attention. This was the divider, the barrier. On the other side of the island, swathed at midday with mirage, defended by the shield of the quiet lagoon, one might dream of rescue; but here, faced by the brute obtuseness of the ocean, the miles of division, one was clamped down, one was helpless, one was condemned, one was-”
― William Golding, Lord of the Flies