Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
WILLIAM GOLDINGTogether, 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.
More William Golding Quotes
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As soon as Oliver Twist is serialized, people who would never dream of reading [Charles] Dickens, if they hadn’t seen him on their box, buy the paperback.
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Every novel is a biography. Well, then, this is a novel [The Paper Men] which is a biography that is pretending to be an autobiography. That’s what you could say about it.
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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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It 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.
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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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Which is better–to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
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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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Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
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Graham 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.
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This is our island. It’s a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we’ll have fun.
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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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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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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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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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