And again there are no words. Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body's love, but beyond that they fail clumsily. My love flowed out to her, hers back to me. Mine stroked… — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
I shall pray God to send charity into this hideous world, and sympathy for the weak, and love for the unhappy and unfortunate. I… — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
“But he survived, that radio announcer. His ship and five others out of the flotilla of ten came through, a bit radioactive, but otherwise… — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
“You will have experienced, perhaps, that feeling of being relieved of a weight that you had not properly realized was there?” — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
“We have both been given the same wish to survive, We are all, you see, toys of the life-force. It made you numerically stronger,… — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
But, as I understand it, your God is a universal God; He is God on all suns and all planets. Surely, then, He must… — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
“Personal honesty takes time to assert itself - if it is ever allowed to.” — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
Why was I condemned to live in a democracy where every fool's vote is equal to a sensible man's? — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
“It seemed to me an odd view to take - rather as if one should protest that one didn't LIKE the idea of dying… — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
“Darling, whose book is this to be?" "Ostensibly yours, my sweet" "I see -- rather like my life since I met you?" "Yes darling” — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
“Sophie dear,' I said. 'Are you in love with him - with this spider-man?' 'Oh, don't call him that - please - we can't… — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
“It was all conveyed by the nicest, almost indetectably refined blend of sympathy and bitchiness...” — John Wyndham Copy Share Image
