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 doesn’t mind if he dies… indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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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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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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Graham Greene at 82 years old was still writing, and I don’t think anyone can deny the force, the expertise, and the unique quality of his writing, if you take his complete oeuvre.
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But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.
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Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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You have the older generation like Iris Murdoch and Angus Wilson who are not as old as Graham Greene, but still are coming on. I dare say anyone who knew the scene better than I know it could fill it in with a very satisfactory supply of novels.
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Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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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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I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
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