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 GOLDINGWhat a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
More William Golding Quotes
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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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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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Which is better — to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is? Which is better — to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
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I play the piano passionately and inaccurately. Indeed, I worked out the other day that of my seventy-five years; I have spent at least one year sitting on a piano stool.
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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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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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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
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There’s a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
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The greatest ideas are the simplest.
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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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I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
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And I’ve been wearing specs since I was three.
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I hope my books make statements about our general condition.
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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?
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