His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
WILLIAM GOLDINGGraham Greene at 82 years old was still writing, and I don’t think anyone can deny the force, the expertise, and the unique quality of his writing, if you take his complete oeuvre.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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Ralph… would treat the day’s decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player.
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One’s intelligence may march about and about a problem, but the solution does not come gradually into view. One moment it is not. The next it is 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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I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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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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We’re not savages. We’re English.
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What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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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.
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