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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGChildhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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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Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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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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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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No human endeavour can ever be wholly good… it must always have a cost.
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I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
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Which is better–to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
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A crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man is a gregarious animal, and enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
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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.
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It may be — I hope it is — redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
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What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
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