Cast me into a dungeon, burn me at the stake, crown me king of kings, I can ‘pursue happiness’ as long as my brain lives—but neither gods nor saints, wise men nor subtle drugs, can insure that I will catch it.

Now she understood that someone had to end the council by declaring specifically what had been decided and what must happen next. Without absolute clarity, people would go off and dither, especially if they had doubts about the decision.

I would rather five people knew my work and thought it was good work than five million knew me and were indifferent.

the best novels, the writer’s imagination becomes the reader’s reality.

Written By William Golding

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