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.
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.
I’m frightend. Of us. I want to go home. O God I to go home.” “It’s was an accident,” said Piggy stubbornly,”and that’s that.” He touched Ralph’s bare shoulder and Ralph shuddered at the human contact.
The thing is–fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.
I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
Perhaps the various burnings of the Alexandria Library were necessary, like those Australian Forest Fires without which the new seeds cannot burst their shells and make a young, healthy forest.
Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
Lying there in the darkness, he knew he was an outcast. ” ‘Cos I had some sense.
We’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.
I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
Out of the firelight everything was black and silver, black island, rocks and trees carved cleanly out of the sky and silver river with a flashing light rippling back and forth along the lip of the fall.
I tell you, money can’t build your spire for you. Build it of gold and it would simply sink deeper.
Roger edged past the chief, only just avoiding pushing him with his shoulder. The yelling ceased, and Samneric lay looking up in quiet terror. Roger advanced upon them as one wielding a nameless authority.
I think are foolish to pretend they are equal to men,they are far superior and always have been. -William Golding
In our country for all her greatness there is one thing she cannot do and that is translate a person wholly out of one class into another. Perfect translation from one language into another is impossible. Class is the British language.
With lack of sleep and too much understanding I grow a little crazy, I think, like all men at sea who live too close to each other and too close thereby to all that is monstrous under the sun and moon.
… People were never quite what you thought they were.
The three boys stood in the darkness, striving unsuccessfully to convey the majesty of adult life
Jack looked around for understanding, but found only respect.
History is the nothing people write about a nothing.
My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
The greatest pleasure is not – say – sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity – well, that’s the job of the writer.
As for the fear, you’ll have to put up with that like the rest of us.
You don’t even care enough about us to hate us, do you?
Allow me to tell you, Mr Taylor,” said I, but quietly as the occasion demanded, “that one gentleman does not rejoice at the misfortune of another in public”.
The moral is that the shape of a society must depend on the ethical nature of the individual and not on any political system however apparently logical or respectable.
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
His manual of heaven and hell lay open before me, and I could perceive my nothingness in this scheme.
I do think that art that doesn’t communicate is useless.
We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English, and the English are best at everything.
Philosophy and religion – what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
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.
-I got the conch!” –Piggy (in Lord of the Flies), attempting Democracy
I got this to say. You’re acting like a crowd of kids.
There’s a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages.
He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men they are far superior and always have been.
Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men they are far superior and always have been.