Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
WILLIAM GOLDINGWorse than madness. Sanity.
More William Golding Quotes
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One’s intelligence may march about and about a problem, but the solution does not come gradually into view. One moment it is not. The next it is there.
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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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Ralph… would treat the day’s decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player.
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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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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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What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
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People don’t help much.
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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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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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I don’t think they [contemporary writers] read me either. I mean, if we’re concerned genuinely with writing, I think we probably get on with our work.
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Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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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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