If I blow the conch and they don’t come back; then we’ve had it. We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.” “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway.
WILLIAM GOLDINGBut forgiveness must not only be given but received also.
More William Golding Quotes
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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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I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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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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Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
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You have the older generation like Iris Murdoch and Angus Wilson who are not as old as Graham Greene, but still are coming on. I dare say anyone who knew the scene better than I know it could fill it in with a very satisfactory supply of novels.
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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
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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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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.
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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 hope my books make statements about our general condition.
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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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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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Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
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