26/07/2016
My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he's written it.
He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.
What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.
Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
The greatest ideas are the simplest. Sir William Gerald Golding