We’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWe’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.
WILLIAM GOLDINGAn orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThe world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWhich is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
WILLIAM GOLDINGMaybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
WILLIAM GOLDINGSleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWe’re not savages. We’re English.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
WILLIAM GOLDINGLife should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
WILLIAM GOLDINGKill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
WILLIAM GOLDINGI began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.
WILLIAM GOLDINGHe who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
WILLIAM GOLDINGHow would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
WILLIAM GOLDINGBeethoven for listening; Liszt, Chopin, and Beethoven for playing as well as Bach and Prokofiev and so on. If I kept going, this list would spiral. It’s as wide as literature; in fact, it is probably wider.
WILLIAM GOLDINGSimon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
WILLIAM GOLDINGAt the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
WILLIAM GOLDING