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. God, I hate fat people. It’s clear that was the whole point of the book, right? When the disgusting little fat kid finally gets it with the boulder? Ugh—he made me want to throw up the whole time I was writing this.
—William Golding, The Lord of the Flies , ch. 12 (via bartlettsfamiliarquotations)