William Golding Quotes

You'll get back to where you came from.

We have to face it at last. We're not all human.

I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.

"You want a pig," said Roger, "like in a real hunt."
"Or someone to pretend," said Jack. "You could get someone to dress up as a pig and then he could act — you know, pretend to knock me over and all that —"
"You want a real pig," said Robert, still caressing his rump, "because you've got to kill him."
"Use a littlun," said Jack, and everybody laughed.

"He turned a half pace on the sand. A semicircle of little boys, their bodies streaked with coloured clay, sharp sticks in their hands, were standing on the beach, making no noise at all.

"Fun and games," said the officer."

Он вдруг понял, как утомительна жизнь, когда приходится заново прокладывать каждую тропку и чуть не все время, пока не спишь, ты следишь за своими вышагивающими ногами.

Das Bus,” The Simpsons (season 9, episode 14) A tongue-in-cheek retelling full of clever references to Golding’s novel. After their school bus veers off a bridge during a Model United Nations field trip, Bart, Lisa, and their classmates find themselves stranded on a desert island. Overt allusions to fear (of an island monster), hoarding of resources (junk food salvaged from the sunken bus), warring factions (those who support Bart, and those who oppose him), a violent chase scene (Bart, Lisa, and Milhouse running for their lives), and a final voiceover (about how the children learned to function as a society until they were rescued) serve as inside jokes for knowledgeable viewers.

"Ty naše schůze! A jak si na ně potrpíme! Každý den máme nějakou. Někdy i dvě. Všechno projednáme." ... "Vsadím se, že kdybych teď zatroubil na lasturu, byli by tu všichni jako na koni. Pak bychom náramně slavnostně porozprávěli a někdo by třeba navrhul, že si musíme postavit tryskáč nebo ponorku nebo televizi. A po schůzi by pět minut makali a pak by se rozutekli nebo by šli na hon."

"I'm warning you. I'm going to get waxy. D'you see? You're not wanted. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island! So don't try it on, my poor misguided boy, or else — -" Simon found he was looking into a vast mouth. There was blackness within, a blackness that spread.

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?

-Nem nagyon segítenek az emberek!
Azt akarta mondani, hogy az emberek sohasem pontosan olyanok, mint amilyennek elképzeljük őket.

You don't even care enough about us to hate us, do you?

Girls say to me, very reasonably, 'why isn't it a bunch of girls? Why did you write this about a bunch of boys?' Well, my reply is I was once a little boy - I have been a brother, a father, I am going to be a grandfather. I have never been a sister, or a mother, or a grandmother. That's one answer. Another answer is of course to say that if you - as it were - scaled down human beings, scaled down society, if you land with a group of little boys, they are more ike a scaled-down version of society than a group of little girls would be. Don't ask me why, and this is a terrible thing to say because I'm going to be chased from hell to breakfast by all the women who talk about equality - this is nothing to do with equality at all. I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been. But one thing you can't do with them is take a bunch of them and boil them down, so to speak, into a set of little girls who would then become a kind of image of civilisation, of society. The other thing is - why aren't they little boys AND little girls? Well, if they'd been little boys and little girls, we being who we are, sex would have raised its lovely head, and I didn't want this to be about sex. Sex is too trivial a thing to get in with a story like this, which was about the problem of evil and the problem of how people are to live together in a society, not just as lovers or man and wife.

Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.

He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.