John Fowles
John Fowles
John Robert Fowleswas an English novelist of international stature, critically positioned between modernism and postmodernism. His work reflects the influence of Jean-Paul Sartre and Albert Camus, among others...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth31 March 1926
want goes-on hollow
I knew I would always want to go on living with myself, however hollow I became, however diseased.
pairs lone-wolf myth
Wolves don't hunt singly, but always in pairs. The lone wolf was a myth.
world hazards ends
The world began in hazard and will end in it.
beautiful said ifs
They're beautiful. But sad.' Everything's sad if you make it so, I said.
want accepting decent
We all want things we can't have. Being a decent human being is accepting that.
time perfect humanity
The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time; our sense of that, not a disinterested love of science, and certainly not wisdom, is why we devote such a huge proportion of the ingenuity and income of our societies to finding faster ways of doing things - as if the final aim of mankind was to grow closer not to a perfect humanity, but to a perfect lightning-flash.
stupid men ironic
He was one of the most supremely stupid men I have ever met. He taught me a great deal.
wind cobwebs hours
We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.
mean feels ought
I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.
looks faces sometimes
We can sometimes recognize the looks of a century ago on a modern face; but never those of a century to come.
wise past animal
It is not only species of animal that die out, but whole species of feeling. And if you are wise you will never pity the past for what it did not know, but pity yourself for what it did.
photograph draws dies
When you draw something it lives and when you photograph it it dies
memories intelligent imagination
He knew the world and its absurdities as only an intelligent Irishman can; which is to say that where his knowledge or memory failed him, his imagination was always ready to fill the gap.
wonderland being-true felt
It was too exactly as imagined to be true. But I felt as gladly and expectantly disorientated, as happily and alertly alone, as Alice in Wonderland.