At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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.
More William Golding Quotes
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
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An orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.
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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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Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
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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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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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As soon as Oliver Twist is serialized, people who would never dream of reading [Charles] Dickens, if they hadn’t seen him on their box, buy the paperback.
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Of the authors writing in English, I’d mention Shakespeare and Milton. But all this is terribly high-hat and makes me sound very po-faced, I’m afraid; however, I just happen to like these enormous, swinging, great creatures.
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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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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 candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
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No human endeavour can ever be wholly good… it must always have a cost.
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