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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGWhich 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?
More William Golding Quotes
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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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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Which is better–to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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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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The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
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How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
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In India the odd thing is that English is this almost artificial language floating on the surface of a place with about fifty other languages. The same is true of Nigeria but even more so.
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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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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.
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He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life,where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet.
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People don’t help much.
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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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Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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