the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
WILLIAM GOLDINGChildhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
More William Golding Quotes
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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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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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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 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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I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
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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.
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I play the piano passionately and inaccurately. Indeed, I worked out the other day that of my seventy-five years; I have spent at least one year sitting on a piano stool.
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I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
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What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
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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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Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
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As soon as Oliver Twist is serialized, people who would never dream of reading [Charles] Dickens, if they hadn’t seen him on their box, buy the paperback.
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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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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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My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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