Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
WILLIAM GOLDINGChildhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWe did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
WILLIAM GOLDINGWe’re not savages. We’re English.
WILLIAM GOLDINGArt is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWhich is better–to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
WILLIAM GOLDINGMy yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI know there isn’t no beast-not with claws and all that, I mean-but I know there isn’t no fear, either.” Piggy paused. “Unless-” Ralph moved restlessly. “Unless what?” “Unless we get frightened of people.
WILLIAM GOLDINGthe conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
WILLIAM GOLDINGA star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
WILLIAM GOLDINGIf faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
WILLIAM GOLDINGTogether, 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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThe skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
WILLIAM GOLDINGOne’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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI’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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGKill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
WILLIAM GOLDING