He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.
William GoldingIf faces were different when lit from above or below -- what was a face? What was anything?
William GoldingOne's intelligence may march about and about a problem, but the solution does not come gradually into view. One moment it is not. The next it is there.
William GoldingOne thing should be put firmly. Where people have commented on that novel [The Paper Men], they generally criticize the poor academic, Rick L. Tucker, who is savaged by the author, Wilfred Barclay. I don't think people have noticed that I have been far ruder about Barclay than I have been about Tucker. Tucker is a fool, but Barclay is a swine. The author really gets his come-uppance.
William Golding