William Golding
William Golding
Sir William Gerald Golding CBEwas a British novelist, playwright, and poet. Best known for his novel Lord of the Flies, he won a Nobel Prize in Literature, and was also awarded the Booker Prize for literature in 1980 for his novel Rites of Passage, the first book in what became his sea trilogy, To the Ends of the Earth...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 September 1911
three asthma specs
And I've been wearing specs since I was three.
teeth movement lord
There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
people helping
People don't help much.
white lord fragments
the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
savages
Are we savages or what?
men fire dying
There's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
experience should series
Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.
exercise mastery tides
He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.
cutting blood pigs
Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.
firsts put-first-things-first ifs
How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?
redemption vastness may
It may be -- I hope it is -- redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
who-cares care
The rules!" shouted Ralph, "you're breaking the rules!" "Who cares?
stars movement
A star appeared...and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
men thinking people
One thing should be put firmly. Where people have commented on that novel [The Paper Men], they generally criticize the poor academic, Rick L. Tucker, who is savaged by the author, Wilfred Barclay. I don't think people have noticed that I have been far ruder about Barclay than I have been about Tucker. Tucker is a fool, but Barclay is a swine. The author really gets his come-uppance.