We’re not savages. We’re English.
WILLIAM GOLDINGIn 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.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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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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Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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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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Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.
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He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
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