I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThey walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.
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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
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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.
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We’re not savages. We’re English.
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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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Are we savages or what?
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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His 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.
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Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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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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