Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
WILLIAM GOLDINGIt 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.
More William Golding Quotes
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
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I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
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Beethoven for listening; Liszt, Chopin, and Beethoven for playing as well as Bach and Prokofiev and so on. If I kept going, this list would spiral. It’s as wide as literature; in fact, it is probably wider.
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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
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I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
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People don’t help much.
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He doesn’t mind if he dies… indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.
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How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
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I am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.
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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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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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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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