No human endeavour can ever be wholly good… it must always have a cost.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.
More William Golding Quotes
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There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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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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I really feel the novel has certain conveniences about it and has something so fundamental about it you could almost say that as long as there is paper, there is going to be the novel.
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The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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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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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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How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
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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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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
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There’s a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
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