Even if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.
WILLIAM GOLDINGOnly one novel is a novel: that is a successful novel.
More William Golding Quotes
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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don’t understand.
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You have the older generation like Iris Murdoch and Angus Wilson who are not as old as Graham Greene, but still are coming on. I dare say anyone who knew the scene better than I know it could fill it in with a very satisfactory supply of novels.
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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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No human endeavour can ever be wholly good… it must always have a cost.
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While I am on, I can discipline myself to that extent. When I am off, I can’t discipline myself at all. On the other hand, when I am off, there are so many things I like doing, it doesn’t really matter.
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We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English, and the English are best at everything.
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Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
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My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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If I blow the conch and they don’t come back; then we’ve had it. We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.” “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway.
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There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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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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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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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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He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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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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