Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
WILLIAM GOLDINGServe you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
More William Golding Quotes
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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.
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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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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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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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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.
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And I’ve been wearing specs since I was three.
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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.
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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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Honestly, I haven’t the time to read contemporary writers. I know this is awful, but in the main it is true.
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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We’re not savages. We’re English.
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I hope my books make statements about our general condition.
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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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