William Golding, fully Sir William Gerald Golding

William
Golding, fully Sir William Gerald Golding
1911
1993

British Novelist, Playwright and Poet best known for his novel Lord of the Flies, awarded Nobel Prize in Literature and the Booker Prize

Author Quotes

The chief led then, trotting steadily, exulting in his achievement. He was a chief now in truth; and he made stabbing motions with his spear. From his left hand dangled Piggy?s broken glasses.

The rock struck Piggy a glancing blow from chin to knee; the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist. Piggy, saying nothing, with no time for even a grunt, travelled through the air sideways from the rock, turning over as he went. The rock bounded twice and was lost in the forest. Piggy fell forty feet and landed on his back across that square, red rock in the sea. His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy's arms and legs twitched a bit, like a pig's after it has been killed. Then the sea breathed again in a long, slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock; and when it went, sucking back again, the body of Piggy was gone.

There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.

We can use this to call the others. Have a meeting. They'll come when they hear us?" He beamed at Ralph. "That was what you meant, didn't you? That's why you got the conch out of the water."

What could be safer than the bus center with its lamps and wheels?

You?ve got your small fire all right.

The conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.

The rules!" shouted Ralph, "you're breaking the rules!" "Who cares?" Ralph summoned his wits.

There's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.

We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?

What did it mean? A stick sharpened at both ends. What was there in that?

You'll get back to where you came from.

The creature was a party of boys, marching approximately in step in two parallel lines and dressed in strangely eccentric clothing

The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers but won't tell.

They accepted the pleasures of morning, the bright sun, the whelming sea and sweet air, as a time when play was good and life so full that hope was not necessary and therefore forgotten.

We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.

What I mean is... Maybe there is a beast... maybe it?s only us.

You're not wanted... on this island!... So don't try [to take] it on... or else... we shall do you. See? Jack and Roger and Maurice and Robert and Bill and Piggy and Ralph.

The desire to squeeze and hurt was over-mastering.

The spear moved forward inch by inch and the terrified squealing became a high-pitched scream. Then Jack found the throat and the hot blood spouted over his hands. The sow collapsed under them and they were heavy and fulfilled upon her.

They knew very well why he hadn't: because of the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood.

We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grownups would do.

What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?

The forest near them burst into uproar. Demoniac figures with faces of white and red and green rushed out howling...stark naked save for the paint and a belt was Jack.

The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

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First Name
William
Last Name
Golding, fully Sir William Gerald Golding
Birth Date
1911
Death Date
1993
Bio

British Novelist, Playwright and Poet best known for his novel Lord of the Flies, awarded Nobel Prize in Literature and the Booker Prize