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I began to write when I was seven, and I have been writing off and on ever since. It is still off and on. You can say that when I am on, when I know I have a book which I am going to write, then I write two thousand words a day. That’s so many pages longhand.

William Golding

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I don’t think they [contemporary writers] read me either. I mean, if we’re concerned genuinely with writing, I think we probably get on with our work.
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Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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And I’ve been wearing specs since I was three.
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.
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Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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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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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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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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We’re not savages. We’re English.
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The greatest pleasure is not – say – sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity – well, that’s the job of the writer.
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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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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