“It is me. I am his madness. For years he's been looking for something to put his madness into. And he found… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“It's despair that so few of us care. It's despair that there's so much brutality and callousness in the world. It's despair… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“Perhaps twenty minutes later he realized she had gone to sleep. He quietly removed his now stiff arm, then turned away. It… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“She smiled at him as they waited for their dessert, her chin poised on her clasped hands. 'You're being very silent.' 'That's… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“We think we grow old, we grow wise and more tolerant; we just grow more lazy.” — John Fowles Copy Share Image
