You’ll get back to where you came from.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI 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.
More William Golding Quotes
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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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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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The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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An orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.
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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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His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
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While I am on, I can discipline myself to that extent. When I am off, I can’t discipline myself at all. On the other hand, when I am off, there are so many things I like doing, it doesn’t really matter.
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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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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How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
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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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