What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others. William Golding More Quotes by William Golding More Quotes From William Golding We're not savages. We're English. William Golding savages I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller. William Golding philosophertheologianstories Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses. William Golding coursesexperienceshould Experimental novels are sometimes terribly clever and very seldom read. But the story that appeals to the child sitting on your knee is the one that satisfies the curiosity we all have about what happened then, and then, and then. This is the final restriction put on the technique of telling a story. A basic thing called story is built into the human condition. It's what we are; it's something to which we react. William Golding curiositycleverchildren Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy. William Golding wiseheartfall They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate. William Golding communicatefeelingstwo Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket. William Golding jacketsfitlanguage 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? William Golding fancy-thingsreason-whythinking Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind. William Golding dreaminsomniasleep Worse than madness. Sanity. William Golding sanitymadness We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grownups would do. William Golding grownupsgoes-on 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. William Golding no-fearmeanpeople There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws. William Golding teethmovementlord I am here; and here is nowhere in particular. William Golding particular If faces were different when lit from above or below -- what was a face? What was anything? William Golding litdifferentfaces I mean, if we're concerned genuinely with writing, I think we probably get on with our work. I think this is very true of English writers, but perhaps not so true of French writers, who seem to read each other passionately, extensively, and endlessly, and who then talk about it to each other - which is splendid. William Golding writingmeanthinking There is, they say, no fool like an old fool. William Golding fool Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies! William Golding cryuselessbaby The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible. William Golding beasthorriblenews I began to write when I was seven, and I have been writing off and on ever since. It is still off and on. You can say that when I am on, when I know I have a book which I am going to write, then I write two thousand words a day. That's so many pages longhand. William Golding writingtwobook
