If I blow the conch and they don’t come back; then we’ve had it. We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.” “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWe’re not savages. We’re English.
More William Golding Quotes
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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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Which is better–to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
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I really feel the novel has certain conveniences about it and has something so fundamental about it you could almost say that as long as there is paper, there is going to be the novel.
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While I am on, I can discipline myself to that extent. When I am off, I can’t discipline myself at all. On the other hand, when I am off, there are so many things I like doing, it doesn’t really matter.
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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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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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One’s intelligence may march about and about a problem, but the solution does not come gradually into view. One moment it is not. The next it is there.
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Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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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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He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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