What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
WILLIAM GOLDINGArt is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
More William Golding Quotes
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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
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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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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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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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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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A crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man is a gregarious animal, and enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.
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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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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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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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I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.
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Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
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The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
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Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.
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