I know there isn’t no beast-not with claws and all that, I mean-but I know there isn’t no fear, either.” Piggy paused. “Unless-” Ralph moved restlessly. “Unless what?” “Unless we get frightened of people.
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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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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There’s a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
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It wasn’t until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you’ve got to write your own books and nobody else’s, and then everything followed from there.
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Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
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The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
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I hope my books make statements about our general condition.
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
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Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
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He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life,where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet.
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The greatest ideas are the simplest.
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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.
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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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