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.
WILLIAM GOLDINGArt is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
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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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Life’s scientific, but we don’t know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.
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One’s intelligence may march about and about a problem, but the solution does not come gradually into view. One moment it is not. The next it is there.
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Honestly, I haven’t the time to read contemporary writers. I know this is awful, but in the main it is true.
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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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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The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
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The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.
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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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Every novel is a biography. Well, then, this is a novel [The Paper Men] which is a biography that is pretending to be an autobiography. That’s what you could say about it.
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What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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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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