If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
WILLIAM GOLDINGHow would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
More William Golding Quotes
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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life,where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet.
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There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
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What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
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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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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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We’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.
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Ralph… would treat the day’s decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player.
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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
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Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.
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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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Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.
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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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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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