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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.

William Golding

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.
WILLIAM GOLDING

Blow Come Back Conch
I began to write when I was seven, and I have been writing off and on ever since. It is still off and on. You can say that when I am on, when I know I have a book which I am going to write, then I write two thousand words a day. That’s so many pages longhand.
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Been Began Ever Off Say Seven Since Still When Write You
To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be
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Anything Believe Guess Hell Merely Neither Only World
I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.
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Anyone Began Ca[Able Do Evil Man Move People Produce Understanding Without
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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Author Country English Face Hat High Make Mention Pe People Person Sound Terrible Very Write
the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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Cease Conch Exist Exlod Fragment Thousand
If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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Above Anything Below Face Facem Different When
There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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Fool Like Old Say
He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
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Again Express Follow Himself Lack Lost Maze Render Thought Vague Word
Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind’s essential illness.
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Become Effort Essential Express Illness Inarticulate Mankind People
As soon as Oliver Twist is serialized, people who would never dream of reading [Charles] Dickens, if they hadn’t seen him on their box, buy the paperback.
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Box Country Dream never People Person Raed Seen Serialized Soon
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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Air Call Darkness End Fall Friend Innocence People Through True Went Wise
My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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Face Gray Keep Over Peer Shoulder Step Walk Yesterday
I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
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Condition Intelectual Nature Optimist Pessimist
Worse than madness. Sanity.
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Madness Sanity Worse
I really feel the novel has certain conveniences about it and has something so fundamental about it you could almost say that as long as there is paper, there is going to be the novel.
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Almost Certain Convenience Could Feel Fundamental Long Novel Really Say Something

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