He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“I left a pause. ‘You sound like a certain kind of surgeon. A lot more interested in the operation than the patient.’… — John Fowles Doctor Copy Share Image
“She had something that is gone from the world, from the female world. A sweetness without sentimentality, a limpidity without naivety. She… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
I am one in a row of specimens. It's when I try to flutter out of line that he hates me. I'm… — John Fowles Alive Copy Share Image
“Urasc oamenii de stiinta care colectioneaza lucruri si le clasifica si le dau nume,ca apoi sa uite cu totul de ele.La fel… — John Fowles Amor 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
“The sky is absolutely empty. Beautifully pure and empty. As if the architects and builders would live in all the houses they… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
The power of women! I've never felt so full of mysterious power. Men are a joke. We're so weak physically, so helpless… — John Fowles Cruelty Copy Share Image
“I am Mrs. Poulteney. I have come to take up residence. Kindly inform your Master." "His Infinitude has been informed of your… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“Man is an everlack, an infinite withoutness, afloat on an apparently endless ocean of apparently endless indifference to individual things. Obscurely he… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
If you forget everything else about me, please remember this. I walked down that street and I never looked back and I… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“I was born in 1927, the only child of middle-class parents, both English, and themselves born in the grotesquely elongated shadow, which… — John Fowles Child Copy Share Image
“Time in itself, absolutely, does not exist; it is always relative to some observer or some object. Without a clock I say… — John Fowles Clock Copy Share Image
“How I hate ignorance! Caliban’s ignorance, my ignorance, the world’s ignorance! Oh, I could learn and learn and learn and learn. I… — John Fowles Ignorance Copy Share Image
It's like the day you realize dolls are dolls. I pick up my old self and I see it's silly. A toy… — 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 Battle Copy Share Image
“I could scream abuse at him all day long; he wouldn't mind at all. It's me he wants, my look, my outside;… — John Fowles Abuse Copy Share Image
Another reason I think the novel will survive is that the reader has to work in a novel. In a film, you… — John Fowles Apathy 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 Dream Copy Share Image
People who teach you cram old ideas, old views, old ways, into you. Like covering plants with layer after layer of old… — 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 Ambition Copy Share Image
