Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
WILLIAM GOLDINGWhat kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
More William Golding Quotes
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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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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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As soon as Oliver Twist is serialized, people who would never dream of reading [Charles] Dickens, if they hadn’t seen him on their box, buy the paperback.
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A star appeared…and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
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I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
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There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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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 conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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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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No human endeavour can ever be wholly good… it must always have a cost.
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I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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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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I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.
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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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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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