We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
WILLIAM GOLDINGHonestly, I haven’t the time to read contemporary writers. I know this is awful, but in the main it is true.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
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It wasn’t until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you’ve got to write your own books and nobody else’s, and then everything followed from there.
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There’s a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
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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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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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I do like people to read the books twice, because I write my novels about ideas which concern me deeply and I think are important, and therefore I want people to take them seriously. And to read it twice of course is taking it seriously.
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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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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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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