The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWe’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English, and the English are best at everything.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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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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He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.
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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
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Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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Every novel is a biography. Well, then, this is a novel [The Paper Men] which is a biography that is pretending to be an autobiography. That’s what you could say about it.
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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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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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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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