Worse than madness. Sanity.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWorse than madness. Sanity.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English, and the English are best at everything.
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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The greatest pleasure is not – say – sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity – well, that’s the job of the writer.
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I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.
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I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
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A crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man is a gregarious animal, and enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.
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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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Which is better–to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
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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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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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