You have the older generation like Iris Murdoch and Angus Wilson who are not as old as Graham Greene, but still are coming on. I dare say anyone who knew the scene better than I know it could fill it in with a very satisfactory supply of novels.
WILLIAM GOLDINGEven if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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He doesn’t mind if he dies… indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.
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We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English, and the English are best at everything.
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This is our island. It’s a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we’ll have fun.
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Beethoven 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.
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The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
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We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
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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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The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
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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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