The greatest ideas are the simplest.
WILLIAM GOLDINGThe world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
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Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.
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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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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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And I’ve been wearing specs since I was three.
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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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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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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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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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