Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
WILLIAM GOLDINGI think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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Are we savages or what?
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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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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.
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I 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.
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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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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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We’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.
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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.
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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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Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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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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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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