There’s a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThe writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he’s written it.
More William Golding Quotes
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Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
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Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.
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Graham Greene at 82 years old was still writing, and I don’t think anyone can deny the force, the expertise, and the unique quality of his writing, if you take his complete oeuvre.
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I play the piano passionately and inaccurately. Indeed, I worked out the other day that of my seventy-five years; I have spent at least one year sitting on a piano stool.
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Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
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My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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As soon as Oliver Twist is serialized, people who would never dream of reading [Charles] Dickens, if they hadn’t seen him on their box, buy the paperback.
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
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The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he’s written it.
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Even if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.
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What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
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How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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