He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
WILLIAM GOLDINGOnly one novel is a novel: that is a successful novel.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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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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Graham Greene at 82 years old was still writing, and I don’t think anyone can deny the force, the expertise, and the unique quality of his writing, if you take his complete oeuvre.
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No human endeavour can ever be wholly good… it must always have a cost.
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I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
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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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Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
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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 world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
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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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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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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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