My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThis is our island. It’s a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we’ll have fun.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
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Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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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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Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
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There’s a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
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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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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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We’re not savages. We’re English.
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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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The Navy’s a very gentlemanly business. You fire at the horizon to sink a ship and then you pull people out of the water and say, ‘Frightfully sorry, old chap.’
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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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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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Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
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People don’t help much.
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