Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
WILLIAM GOLDINGI do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
More William Golding Quotes
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He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
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He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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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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My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
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Graham Greene at 82 years old was still writing, and I don’t think anyone can deny the force, the expertise, and the unique quality of his writing, if you take his complete oeuvre.
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I began to write when I was seven, and I have been writing off and on ever since. It is still off and on. You can say that when I am on, when I know I have a book which I am going to write, then I write two thousand words a day. That’s so many pages longhand.
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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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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.
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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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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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