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.
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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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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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
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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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One tries to tell a truth, and one hopes that the truth has a general application rather than just a specific one.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
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Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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I do like people to read the books twice, because I write my novels about ideas which concern me deeply and I think are important, and therefore I want people to take them seriously. And to read it twice of course is taking it seriously.
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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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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What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
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I’ve come across a novel called The Palm-Wine Drinkard, by the Nigerian writer Amos Tutuola, that is really remarkable because it is a kind of fantasy of West African mythology all told in West African English which, of course, is not the same as standard English.
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But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.
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