I’m scared of him,” said Piggy, “and that’s why I know him. If you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an’ you can’t breathe.
WILLIAM GOLDINGArt is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
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He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
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Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
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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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The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he’s written it.
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Only one novel is a novel: that is a successful novel.
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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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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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What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
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You’ll get back to where you came from.
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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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My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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