Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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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What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
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One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.
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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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I know there isn’t no beast-not with claws and all that, I mean-but I know there isn’t no fear, either.” Piggy paused. “Unless-” Ralph moved restlessly. “Unless what?” “Unless we get frightened of people.
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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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There’s a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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You have the older generation like Iris Murdoch and Angus Wilson who are not as old as Graham Greene, but still are coming on. I dare say anyone who knew the scene better than I know it could fill it in with a very satisfactory supply of novels.
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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The water rose further and dressed Simon’s coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.
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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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