He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
WILLIAM GOLDING
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.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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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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How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
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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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Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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Which is better — to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is? Which is better — to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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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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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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The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
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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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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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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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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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