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

William Golding

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William Golding
Age: 81 †
Born: 1911
Born: September 19
Died: 1993
Died: June 19
Novelist
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Writer
Newquay
Cornwall
William Gerald Albert Golding
Sir William Gerald Golding
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I began to write when I was seven, and I have been writing off and on ever since. It is still off and on. You can say that when I am on, when I know I have a book which I am going to write, then I write two thousand words a day. That's so many pages longhand.
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Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind's essential illness.
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We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
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Worse than madness. Sanity.
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My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!
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