The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he’s written it.
WILLIAM GOLDINGAn orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.
More William Golding Quotes
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
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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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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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I play the piano passionately and inaccurately. Indeed, I worked out the other day that of my seventy-five years; I have spent at least one year sitting on a piano stool.
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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.
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Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
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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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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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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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One’s intelligence may march about and about a problem, but the solution does not come gradually into view. One moment it is not. The next it is there.
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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We’re not savages. We’re English.
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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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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