“Let those love now who've never loved; let those who've loved, love yet again.” — John Fowles Copy Share Image
The battle was over. Our casualties were some thirteen thousand killed--thirteen thousand minds, memories, loves, sensations, worlds, universes--because the human mind is… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
It's despair at the lack of feeling, of love, of reason in the world. It's despair that anyone can even contemplate the… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
His statement to himself should have been 'I possess this now,therefore I am happy' , instead of what it so Victorianly was:… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because it is the one thing that stops women laughing at them. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“Knowledge of my atrocious selfishness, settled on me. All those bitter home truths she had flung at me, right from the beginning…and… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
The newspapers are full of what we would like to happen to us and what we hope will never happen to us. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“if Greece were a woman so sensually provocative that I must fall physically and desperately in love with her, and at the… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“Love is the mistery between two people, not the identity. We were at the opposite poles of humanity. Lily was humanity bound… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“I want to tell you what's really happened." "Not now. Please not now. Whatever's happened, come and make love to me." And… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“She died." I had to prompt him. "Soon after?" "In the early hours of February the nineteenth, 1916." I tried to see… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
Our knowledge of what the richer than ourselves possess, and the poor do not, has never been more widespread. Therefore, envy, which… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
I knew words were like chains, they held me back . . . the act of description taints the description. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
The noblest relationship is marriage, that is, love. Its nobility resides in its altruism, the desire to serve another beyond all the… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“She was a mirror that did not lie; whose interest in me was real; whose love was real.” — 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
“Love is the mystery between two people, not the identity. We were at the opposite poles of humanity. Lily was humanity bound… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
I do not plan my fiction any more than I normally plan woodland walks; I follow the path that seems most promising at any… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“The sky is absolutely empty. Beautifully pure and empty. As if the architects and builders would live in all the houses they built! Or… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“The evolution of human mentality has put us all in vitro now, behind the glass wall of our own ingenuity.” — John Fowles Copy Share Image
Most marriages recognize this paradox: Passion destroys passion; we want what puts an end to wanting what we want. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see the relationships between objects. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night? — John Fowles Copy Share Image
There is only one good definition of God: the freedom that allows other freedoms to exist. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“Long afterwards I realized why some men, racing drivers and their like, become addicted to speed. There are those of us who never see… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it's no go if your personality isn't worth translating. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
