He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
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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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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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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What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
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How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he’s written it.
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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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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I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
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The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
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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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Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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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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