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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGPhilosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
More William Golding Quotes
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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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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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Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
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I’ve come across a novel called The Palm-Wine Drinkard, by the Nigerian writer Amos Tutuola, that is really remarkable because it is a kind of fantasy of West African mythology all told in West African English which, of course, is not the same as standard English.
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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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What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
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Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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If I blow the conch and they don’t come back; then we’ve had it. We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.” “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway.
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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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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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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’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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