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.
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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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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What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
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The greatest ideas are the simplest.
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Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
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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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He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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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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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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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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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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In India the odd thing is that English is this almost artificial language floating on the surface of a place with about fifty other languages. The same is true of Nigeria but even more so.
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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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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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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