“There were just all those evenings we sat together and it doesn't seem possible that it will never be again. It was… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
He felt himself in suspension between the two worlds, the warm, neat civilization behind his back, the cool, dark mystery outside. We… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
She's always looking for poetry and passion and sensitivity, the whole Romantic kitchen. I live on a rather simpler diet.' 'Prose and… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“I said earlier that we are all poets, though not many of us write poetry; and so are we all novelists, that… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“Poetry had always seemed something I could turn to in need - an emergency exit, a lifebuoy, as well as a justification.” — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely,… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
We all write poems; it is simply that the poets are the ones who write in words — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape. And my feelings, at… — 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
