John Fowles Quotes
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To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.
The newspapers are full of what we would like to happen to us and what we hope will never happen to us.
Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Victims?"
"Whatever you call people who are made to suffer without being given the choice."
"That sounds like an excellent definition of man.
"Whatever you call people who are made to suffer without being given the choice."
"That sounds like an excellent definition of man.
You accept that you are English. You don't pretend that you'd rather be French or Italian or something else.
It makes me sick,the blindness, deadness, out-of-dateness, stodginess and, yes, sheer jealous malice of the great bulk of England.
Think. In a minute from now you could be saying, I risked death. I threw for life, and I won life. It is a very wonderful feeling. To have survived.
We can sometimes recognize the looks of a century ago on a modern face; but never those of a century to come.
The word is the most imprecise of signs. Only a science-obsessed age could fail to comprehend that this is its great virtue, not its defect.
In my opinion a lot of people who may seem happy now would do what I did or similar things if they had the money and the time. I
The evolution of human mentality has put us all in vitro now, behind the glass wall of our own ingenuity.
She smiled at him as they waited for their dessert, her chin poised on her clasped hands.
'You're being very silent.'
'That's how men cry.
'You're being very silent.'
'That's how men cry.
It was curious how quiet that last evening was; as if I had already left, and we were just two ghosts talking to each other.
Thomas Beecham was a pompous little band-master who stood against everything creative in the art of his time.
Stop thinking about class, she'd say. Like a rich man telling a poor man to stop thinking about money.
That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.
I would have gone to bed with him that night. If he had asked. If he had come and kissed me. Not for his sake, but for being alive's.
What you love is your own love. It's not love, it's selfishness. It's not me you think of, but what you feel about me.
Wealth is a monster. It takes a month to learn to control it financially. And many years to learn to control it psychologically.
He said, men are vile. I said, the vilest thing about them is that they can say that with a smile on their faces.
If Rome, a city of the vulgar living, had been depressing after Greece, London, a city of the drab dead, was fifty times worse.
Everything free and decent in life is being locked away in filthy little cellars by beastly people who don't care.
I am talking about the general psychological health
of the species, man. He needs the existence of
mysteries. Not their solution.
of the species, man. He needs the existence of
mysteries. Not their solution.
They knew they were like two grains of yeast in a sea of lethargic dough - two grains of salt in a vast tureen of insipid broth.
The last I saw of him was of a dark blue back marching towards Shaftesbury Avenue; eternally the victor in a war where the losers win.
All would be well when she was truly his; in his bed and in his bank ... and of course in his heart, too.
Labor is a man crowning glory."
"Not this man's."
"I quote Marx"
I raised my hands. The pickaxe handle had been rough.
"I quote blisters.
"Not this man's."
"I quote Marx"
I raised my hands. The pickaxe handle had been rough.
"I quote blisters.
Sex is just an activity, like anything else. It's not dirty, it's just two people playing with each other's bodies. Like dancing. Like a game.
But he was absolutely alone. No one ever wrote to him. Visited him. Totally alone. And I believe the happiest man I have ever met.
Ever read this?"
"Let's cut corners. To hell with literature. You're clever and I'm beautiful. Now let's talk about who we really are.
"Let's cut corners. To hell with literature. You're clever and I'm beautiful. Now let's talk about who we really are.
The practise of an art is essential to the whole man, not because of what art is but because of what art does to the artist.
The silence was terrible then, as tense as a bridge about to break, a tower to fall; unedurable in its emotion, its truth bursting to be spoken.
It is me. I am his madness. For years he's been looking for something to put his madness into. And he found me.
That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see the relationships between objects.
...and his eyes had that splendid innocence, that opaque blue candour of the satanically fallen. ~ The French Lieutenant's Woman
Most marriages recognize this paradox: Passion destroys passion; we want what puts an end to wanting what we want.
We talked for hours. He talked and I listened.
It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.
It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.
As if I'd lit a fire in the darkness to try and warm us. And all I'd done was to see his real face by it.