Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
WILLIAM GOLDINGOnly one novel is a novel: that is a successful novel.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life,where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet.
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I began to write when I was seven, and I have been writing off and on ever since. It is still off and on. You can say that when I am on, when I know I have a book which I am going to write, then I write two thousand words a day. That’s so many pages longhand.
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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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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An 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.
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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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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
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Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
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Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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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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The water rose further and dressed Simon’s coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.
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