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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGSleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
More William Golding Quotes
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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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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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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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Only one novel is a novel: that is a successful novel.
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What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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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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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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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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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
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