In India the odd thing is that English is this almost artificial language floating on the surface of a place with about fifty other languages. The same is true of Nigeria but even more so.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.
More William Golding Quotes
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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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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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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It may be — I hope it is — redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
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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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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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How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?
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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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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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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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He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.
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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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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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The 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.
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