If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
WILLIAM GOLDINGIf I blow the conch and they don’t come back; then we’ve had it. We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.” “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway.
More William Golding Quotes
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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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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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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I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
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They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.
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A crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man is a gregarious animal, and enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.
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My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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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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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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If I blow the conch and they don’t come back; then we’ve had it. We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.” “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway.
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But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.
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The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
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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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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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