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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.

William Golding

How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
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Before Long Mad Myself Proposed Society Stark Start
I know there isn’t no beast-not with claws and all that, I mean-but I know there isn’t no fear, either.” Piggy paused. “Unless-” Ralph moved restlessly. “Unless what?” “Unless we get frightened of people.
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Beast Claw Fear Know Mean No Pause Piggy
Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
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Become Effort Essential Express Illness Inarticulate Mankind People
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.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Before Even Fact Got Paper Still Story Teller Would
His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
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Close Come Crowd Knowledge Memories Min Pig Struggling Them
The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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Dream Fear Hurt More Thing
Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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Around Heaven Infancy Lie Our
Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Experience Fit Kjacket Language Like Over Straight
I’m scared of him,” said Piggy, “and that’s why I know him. If you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an’ you can’t breathe.
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Hate Known Piggy Scare Someone Think
What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Believe Define Done Man Other
Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Beast Maybe Only Us
The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Ait Bud Candle Flower Island Open Possession Scent Spilled Wide
I hope my books make statements about our general condition.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Book Condition General Hope Make Statement
I don’t think they [contemporary writers] read me either. I mean, if we’re concerned genuinely with writing, I think we probably get on with our work.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Concern Contemporary Either Genuinely Mean Read Think Write
I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.
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Cover Development Eject Foetus Freak Made Man Natural Rob Tell Will World
The greatest pleasure is not – say – sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity – well, that’s the job of the writer.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Geometry Get Greatest Humanity Own People Pleasure Say Sex Understanding

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