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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGLanguage fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.
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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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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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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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The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
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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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Honestly, I haven’t the time to read contemporary writers. I know this is awful, but in the main it is true.
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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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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I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.
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