Novelists do not write as birds sing, by the push of nature. It is part of the job that there should be much routine and some daily stuff on the level of carpentry. — William Golding Copy Share Image
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… — William Golding Copy Share Image
“Once more, amid the breeze, the shouting, the slanting sunlight on the high mountain, was shed that glamour, that strange invisible light of friendship,… — William Golding Copy Share Image
“There ought to be some mode of life where all love is good, where one love can't compete with another but adds to it.” — William Golding Copy Share Image
His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge… — William Golding Copy Share Image
“I stood, in shame and confusion, seeing for the first time despite my anger a different picture of Evie in her life-long struggle to… — William Golding Copy Share Image
When you take a child who's hollering like hell, sit him on your knee, and say "once upon a time", you stop him hollering.… — William Golding Copy Share Image
The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible. — William Golding Copy Share Image
“He tried to convey the compulsion to track down and kill that was swallowing him up.” — William Golding Copy Share Image
I'm scared of him," said Piggy, "and that's why I know him. If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop… — William Golding Copy Share Image
