My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
WILLIAM GOLDINGHe 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.
More William Golding Quotes
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Which is better — to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is? Which is better — to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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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.
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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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Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
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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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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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Only one novel is a novel: that is a successful novel.
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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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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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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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I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
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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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Are we savages or what?
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