the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
WILLIAM GOLDINGLife’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
More William Golding Quotes
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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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I’ve come across a novel called The Palm-Wine Drinkard, by the Nigerian writer Amos Tutuola, that is really remarkable because it is a kind of fantasy of West African mythology all told in West African English which, of course, is not the same as standard 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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A crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man is a gregarious animal, and enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.
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I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
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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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We’re not savages. We’re English.
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The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
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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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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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Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
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It may be — I hope it is — redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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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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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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