I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
WILLIAM GOLDINGIf faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
More William Golding Quotes
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English, and the English are best at everything.
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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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I 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.
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I am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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And I’ve been wearing specs since I was three.
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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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Which is better — to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is? Which is better — to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill? Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
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Graham Greene at 82 years old was still writing, and I don’t think anyone can deny the force, the expertise, and the unique quality of his writing, if you take his complete oeuvre.
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No human endeavour can ever be wholly good… it must always have a cost.
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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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