Ralph… would treat the day’s decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player.
WILLIAM GOLDINGHow can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
More William Golding Quotes
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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
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And I’ve been wearing specs since I was three.
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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
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Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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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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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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Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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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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It wasn’t until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you’ve got to write your own books and nobody else’s, and then everything followed from there.
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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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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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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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