Which is better–to have laws and agree, or to hunt and kill?
WILLIAM GOLDINGThe mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be
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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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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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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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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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We’re not savages. We’re English.
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Of the authors writing in English, I’d mention Shakespeare and Milton. But all this is terribly high-hat and makes me sound very po-faced, I’m afraid; however, I just happen to like these enormous, swinging, great creatures.
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The water rose further and dressed Simon’s coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.
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This is our island. It’s a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we’ll have fun.
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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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He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.
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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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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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Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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