He doesn’t mind if he dies… indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.
WILLIAM GOLDINGA star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
More William Golding Quotes
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Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.
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How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
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Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
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The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
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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 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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In India the odd thing is that English is this almost artificial language floating on the surface of a place with about fifty other languages. The same is true of Nigeria but even more so.
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People don’t help much.
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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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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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An orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.
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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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