I hope my books make statements about our general condition.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThe water rose further and dressed Simon’s coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.
More William Golding Quotes
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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Beethoven for listening; Liszt, Chopin, and Beethoven for playing as well as Bach and Prokofiev and so on. If I kept going, this list would spiral. It’s as wide as literature; in fact, it is probably wider.
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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
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He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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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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Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
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The greatest pleasure is not – say – sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity – well, that’s the job of the writer.
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The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
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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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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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Childhood is a disease – a sickness that you grow out of.
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I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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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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