Pastoral Resources

I recently watched Peter Brook's Lord of the Flies, and it wasn't a favorite film. Then I saw the one that was made in 1990, which in my opinion didn't match up to the original.

For the speedy reader paragraphs become a country the eye flies over looking for landmarks, reference points, airports, restrooms, passages of sex.

I will try to cram these paragraphs full of facts and give them a weight and shape no greater than that of a cloud of blue butterflies.

Musical ideas sprang to my mind like a flight of butterflies, and all I had to do was to stretch out my hand to catch them.

To sleep after sunrise was impossible on account of the number of flies which kept buzzing about the face.

I get terrible butterflies. Before I go onstage, I'll have to freak out for five minutes. I scream. It seems to help!

After 12 years, the old butterflies came back. Well, I guess at my age you call them moths.

I kill flies, I eat meat, you know, whatever.

Time flies over us, but leaves it shadow behind.

A goose flies by a chart which the Royal Geographical Society could not mend.

We have already done so much that people call dynamics. Look at the bumblebee being unaware of scientific truths, goes ahead and flies anyway. If it is possible, we will do it here.

A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.

Money just draws flies.

So if you're a robot and you're living on this planet, you can do things that you can't do in real life - things that you wished you could do: like fly; like have a car that flies; like have furniture that is alive.

Whenever I was upset by something in the papers, Jack always told me to be more tolerant, like a horse flicking away flies in the summer.

I also had this artist friend who'd paint butterflies and things like that on my head.

It's so bizarre, I'm not scared of snakes or spiders. But I'm scared of butterflies. There is something eerie about them. Something weird!

Managing is like holding a dove in your hand. Squeeze too hard and you kill it, not hard enough and it flies away.

Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.

Realize what you really want. It stops you from chasing butterflies and puts you to work digging gold.