Author of quotes: William Golding. Page 4

How can I ask others what I can't do myself?

People were never quite what you thought they were.

He suddenly realized how tedious life is when you have to re-pave every path and almost all the time to keep track of your pace with your legs.

If you're scared of someone you hate him think about him and not throw out of my head.

They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling, unable to communicate.

... there is something in common between the good people and children - not to disappoint!

It confirms the integrity of the individual.

A person's faith depends on his inclinations, and whom he has become - largely determine the life circumstances.

Roger gathered a handful of stones and began to throw them. But Henry remained a space ten yards in diameter, to which he dare not throw. Here, invisible yet strong, was the taboo of the old life. The baby squatting was over protection of parents and school and policemen and the law. Roger's hand a civilization that know about it didn't and collapsed.

Women should arrange a marriage for somebody else or they themselves are able to touch some rogues!

Romance does not lead anywhere, pleasure is the end itself is not very lofty, spiritual thoughts. The highest degree of hedonism - the person who becomes his own eyes.

... From the storm not a trace is left, the shore shone like a sharpened blade. The mountain and the sky shone in the heat, in a dizzying given; and raised a Mirage reef was floating on a silver pond halfway to the sky...

If it was light, they would have burned with shame. But there was a black night.

Ralph stood looking on him as a mute. For a moment saw again the shore shrouded in those strange enchantments of the first day. But the island is burned as trash, Simon died, and Jack... From the eyes of Ralph welled with tears, he was shaking with sobs. He is not Stam to oppose them; for the first time since I was on this island, he broke loose, spasms of grief, desperate, unstoppable, it seemed that it was turning him inside out. A voice rose under the black smoke zaslavsk dying island. Infected from him, the other kids went from crying. And, standing among them, a dirty, hirsute, with deuterium nose, Ralph wept over the same innocence over how dark the human soul, how we rolled over on the fly then faithful wise friend nicknamed piggy.