No human endeavour can ever be wholly good… it must always have a cost.
WILLIAM GOLDINGHowever you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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No human endeavour can ever be wholly good… it must always have a cost.
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Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
WILLIAM GOLDINGPercival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
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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?
WILLIAM GOLDINGFancy 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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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThe thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
WILLIAM GOLDINGLife should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
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He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.
WILLIAM GOLDINGHe became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.
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What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
WILLIAM GOLDINGWhat kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
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It wasn’t until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you’ve got to write your own books and nobody else’s, and then everything followed from there.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
WILLIAM GOLDINGThe rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGEvery 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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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThey walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be
WILLIAM GOLDINGTo be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be
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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
WILLIAM GOLDINGAt the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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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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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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGTogether, 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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