If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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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It wasn’t until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you’ve got to write your own books and nobody else’s, and then everything followed from there.
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Only one novel is a novel: that is a successful novel.
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Even if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.
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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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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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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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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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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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I play the piano passionately and inaccurately. Indeed, I worked out the other day that of my seventy-five years; I have spent at least one year sitting on a piano stool.
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The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
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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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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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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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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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Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
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