A crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man is a gregarious animal, and enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.
William GoldingHis mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
William GoldingThere's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
William GoldingThe mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
William Golding