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
forget happens
Forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me.
life philosophy important
The most important questions in life can never be answered by anyone except oneself.
time rooms
Time is not a road - it is a room.
hate jealous mean
I hate the uneducated and the ignorant. I hate the pompous and the phoney. I hate the jealous and the resentful. I hate the crabbed and mean and the petty. I hate all ordinary dull little people who aren't ashamed of being dull and little.
accepting ought
Our accepting what we are must always inhibit our being what we ought to be.
misery century lack-of-time
The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time.
hangover two kind
There are two kinds of hangover: in one you feel ill and incapable, in the other you feel ill and lucid.
comforting news facts
The more abhorrent a news item the more comforting it was to be the recipient, since the fact that it had happened elsewhere proved that it had not happened here, was not happening here, and would therefore never happen here.
fixed plans accidents
Follow the accident, fear the fixed plan--that is the rule.
pairs lone-wolf myth
Wolves don't hunt singly, but always in pairs. The lone wolf was a myth.
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.
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.
live-by
The dead live." "How do they live?" "By love.
marry-me will-you-marry-me ask-me
Ask me to marry you." "Will you marry me?" "No.