In India the odd thing is that English is this almost artificial language floating on the surface of a place with about fifty other languages. The same is true of Nigeria but even more so.
WILLIAM GOLDINGKill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
More William Golding Quotes
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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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Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.
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Only one novel is a novel: that is a successful novel.
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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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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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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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I do like people to read the books twice, because I write my novels about ideas which concern me deeply and I think are important, and therefore I want people to take them seriously. And to read it twice of course is taking it seriously.
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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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We’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.
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Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
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His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
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Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
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