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Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?

William Golding

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Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
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Every novel is a biography. Well, then, this is a novel [The Paper Men] which is a biography that is pretending to be an autobiography. That’s what you could say about it.
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Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.
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The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
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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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What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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I really feel the novel has certain conveniences about it and has something so fundamental about it you could almost say that as long as there is paper, there is going to be the novel.
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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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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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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 did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
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Adult Everything Went Wrong
Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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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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I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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