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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGTowards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.
More William Golding Quotes
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One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.
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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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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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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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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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Which is better–to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
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Beethoven for listening; Liszt, Chopin, and Beethoven for playing as well as Bach and Prokofiev and so on. If I kept going, this list would spiral. It’s as wide as literature; in fact, it is probably wider.
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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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Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
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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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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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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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He 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.
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The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
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