I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThe candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
More William Golding Quotes
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We’re not savages. We’re English.
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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.
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How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
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Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
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But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.
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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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The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he’s written it.
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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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Are we savages or what?
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The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
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One’s intelligence may march about and about a problem, but the solution does not come gradually into view. One moment it is not. The next it is there.
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I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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I am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.
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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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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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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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I don’t think they [contemporary writers] read me either. I mean, if we’re concerned genuinely with writing, I think we probably get on with our work.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
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The water rose further and dressed Simon’s coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.
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It may be — I hope it is — redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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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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