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?
WILLIAM GOLDINGI do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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I really feel the novel has certain conveniences about it and has something so fundamental about it you could almost say that as long as there is paper, there is going to be the novel.
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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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We’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.
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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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I hope my books make statements about our general condition.
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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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I’ve come across a novel called The Palm-Wine Drinkard, by the Nigerian writer Amos Tutuola, that is really remarkable because it is a kind of fantasy of West African mythology all told in West African English which, of course, is not the same as standard English.
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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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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.
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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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Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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