Even 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 GOLDINGI 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.
More William Golding Quotes
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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 think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
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I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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People don’t help much.
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It may be — I hope it is — redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
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I’m scared of him,” said Piggy, “and that’s why I know him. If you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an’ you can’t breathe.
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Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
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This is our island. It’s a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we’ll have fun.
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What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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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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