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There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.

William Golding

I really feel the novel has certain conveniences about it and has something so fundamental about it you could almost say that as long as there is paper, there is going to be the novel.
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Almost Certain Convenience Could Feel Fundamental Long Novel Really Say Something
What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
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Believe Define Done Man Other
There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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Fool Like Old Say
Honestly, I haven’t the time to read contemporary writers. I know this is awful, but in the main it is true.
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Awful Contemporary Honestly Main Raed Time True Write
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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Absorb Become Beyond Control Describe Excercise Felt Happiness Himself Living Thing
Which is better–to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
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Agree Better Hunt Kill
I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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People Person Philosopher Storyteller Theologian
He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life,where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet.
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Considerate Every Found Himself Improvioson Life One Part Walk Wearisomeness
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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Applying Believe Ignorance Man Nature Own Suffer
The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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Away Lawful Slip Understable World
I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.
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Anyone Began Ca[Able Do Evil Man Move People Produce Understanding Without
A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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Appear Eclipse Momentarily Movement Some Star
He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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Nile Ride Sall Sea Wovenm Patience
I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
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Art Communicate Think Useless
There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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Claw Movement No Teeth Tera Word
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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Call Come Cross Dimkard Kind Novel Palm Person Really Remarkable Wine Writer
Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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Imperitable Language Laughter Nothing Understand
The greatest ideas are the simplest.
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Greatest Ideas Simplest
Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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Bash Cut Him Kill Pig Throat
But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.
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Forgiveness Given Must Receive
Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
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Experience Fit Kjacket Language Like Over Straight
the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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Cease Conch Exist Exlod Fragment Thousand
Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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Art Communication Discover Partly Rest
While I am on, I can discipline myself to that extent. When I am off, I can’t discipline myself at all. On the other hand, when I am off, there are so many things I like doing, it doesn’t really matter.
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All Discipline Extent Myself Off While
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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Cover Development Eject Foetus Freak Made Man Natural Rob Tell Will World
I began to write when I was seven, and I have been writing off and on ever since. It is still off and on. You can say that when I am on, when I know I have a book which I am going to write, then I write two thousand words a day. That’s so many pages longhand.
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Been Began Ever Off Say Seven Since Still When Write You
Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Burden Chant Effort Join Last Mountain Sleep Staggered Together Two

There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.

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