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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWorse than madness. Sanity.
More William Golding Quotes
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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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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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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In India the odd thing is that English is this almost artificial language floating on the surface of a place with about fifty other languages. The same is true of Nigeria but even more so.
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I’ve come across a novel called The Palm-Wine Drinkard, by the Nigerian writer Amos Tutuola, that is really remarkable because it is a kind of fantasy of West African mythology all told in West African English which, of course, is not the same as standard English.
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It may be — I hope it is — redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
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It wasn’t until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you’ve got to write your own books and nobody else’s, and then everything followed from there.
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Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
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I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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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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