Of the authors writing in English, I’d mention Shakespeare and Milton. But all this is terribly high-hat and makes me sound very po-faced, I’m afraid; however, I just happen to like these enormous, swinging, great creatures.
WILLIAM GOLDINGAt the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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No human endeavour can ever be wholly good… it must always have a cost.
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Are we savages or what?
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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.
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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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I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.
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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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There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.
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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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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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Ralph 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.
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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.
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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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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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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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I really feel the novel has certain conveniences about it and has something so fundamental about it you could almost say that as long as there is paper, there is going to be the novel.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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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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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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We’re not savages. We’re English.
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What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
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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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