Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
WILLIAM GOLDINGRalph… would treat the day’s decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player.
More William Golding Quotes
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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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 conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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As soon as Oliver Twist is serialized, people who would never dream of reading [Charles] Dickens, if they hadn’t seen him on their box, buy the paperback.
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I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.
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I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
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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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The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
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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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Are we savages or what?
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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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Which 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?
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I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
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