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
book
I hope my books make statements about our general condition.
writing thinking unique
Graham Greene at 82 years old was still writing, and I don't think anyone can deny the force, the expertise, and the unique quality of his writing, if you take his complete oeuvre.
life memorable feet
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.
beast lord
Maybe there is a beast… maybe it's only us.
mean people no-fear
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.
language fit jackets
Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
faces different lit
If faces were different when lit from above or below -- what was a face? What was anything?
sleep insomnia wind
Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
madness sanity
Worse than madness. Sanity.
religious believe law
It is at least scientifically respectable to postulate that at the centre of a black hole the laws of nature no longer apply. Since most scientists are just a bit religious and most religious are seldom wholly unscientific we find humanity in a comical position. His scientific intellect believes in the possibility of miracles inside a black hole while his religious intellect believes in them outside it.
cost endeavour humans
No human endeavour can ever be wholly good... it must always have a cost.
wise fall heart
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.
stars rain sky
Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.
Even if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.