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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
More William Golding Quotes
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I know there isn’t no beast-not with claws and all that, I mean-but I know there isn’t no fear, either.” Piggy paused. “Unless-” Ralph moved restlessly. “Unless what?” “Unless we get frightened of people.
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Honestly, I haven’t the time to read contemporary writers. I know this is awful, but in the main it is true.
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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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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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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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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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An orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.
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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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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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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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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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We’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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