There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
WILLIAM GOLDING- My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
WILLIAM GOLDING
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My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
More William Golding Quotes
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
WILLIAM GOLDINGLanguage fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
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You have the older generation like Iris Murdoch and Angus Wilson who are not as old as Graham Greene, but still are coming on. I dare say anyone who knew the scene better than I know it could fill it in with a very satisfactory supply of novels.
WILLIAM GOLDINGYou have the older generation like Iris Murdoch and Angus Wilson who are not as old as Graham Greene, but still are coming on. I dare say anyone who knew the scene better than I know it could fill it in with a very satisfactory supply of novels.
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I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
WILLIAM GOLDINGIf faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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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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Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
WILLIAM GOLDINGLife’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGRalph 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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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWe just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
WILLIAM GOLDINGThe rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
WILLIAM GOLDINGSimon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
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This is our island. It’s a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we’ll have fun.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThis is our island. It’s a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we’ll have fun.
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There’s a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThere’s a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
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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.
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.
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Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.
WILLIAM GOLDINGMarx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.
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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
WILLIAM GOLDINGChildhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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