If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
WILLIAM GOLDINGRalph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
More William Golding Quotes
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I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.
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Beethoven for listening; Liszt, Chopin, and Beethoven for playing as well as Bach and Prokofiev and so on. If I kept going, this list would spiral. It’s as wide as literature; in fact, it is probably wider.
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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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As soon as Oliver Twist is serialized, people who would never dream of reading [Charles] Dickens, if they hadn’t seen him on their box, buy the paperback.
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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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While I am on, I can discipline myself to that extent. When I am off, I can’t discipline myself at all. On the other hand, when I am off, there are so many things I like doing, it doesn’t really matter.
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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.
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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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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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He 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.
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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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The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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