I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI 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.
More William Golding Quotes
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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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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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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Which is better — to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is? Which is better — to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
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Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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I’m scared of him,” said Piggy, “and that’s why I know him. If you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an’ you can’t breathe.
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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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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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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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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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Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
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