You’ll get back to where you came from.
WILLIAM GOLDINGI 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.
More William Golding Quotes
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I am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.
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People don’t help much.
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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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Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
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He doesn’t mind if he dies… indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.
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Are we savages or what?
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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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The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.
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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.
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Ralph… would treat the day’s decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player.
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
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Beethoven for listening; Liszt, Chopin, and Beethoven for playing as well as Bach and Prokofiev and so on. If I kept going, this list would spiral. It’s as wide as literature; in fact, it is probably wider.
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I hope my books make statements about our general condition.
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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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