the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
WILLIAM GOLDINGLife should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
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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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The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
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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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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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I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
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Which is better — to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is? Which is better — to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.
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The greatest pleasure is not – say – sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity – well, that’s the job of the writer.
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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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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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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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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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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.
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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
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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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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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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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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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