This is our island. It’s a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we’ll have fun.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThis is our island. It’s a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we’ll have fun.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWe’re not savages. We’re English.
WILLIAM GOLDINGHow can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
WILLIAM GOLDINGHis mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
WILLIAM GOLDINGPhilosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
WILLIAM GOLDINGRalph 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 GOLDINGKill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
WILLIAM GOLDINGA crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man is a gregarious animal, and enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThe world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
WILLIAM GOLDINGBut forgiveness must not only be given but received also.
WILLIAM GOLDINGRalph… would treat the day’s decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player.
WILLIAM GOLDINGLife should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
WILLIAM GOLDINGEven if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWhat kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
WILLIAM GOLDINGA star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
WILLIAM GOLDINGMy yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
WILLIAM GOLDING