John Fowles

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Forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me.
- John Fowles
Collection: Forget
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These last few days I've felt Godless. I've felt cleaner, less muddled, less blind. I still believe in a God. But he's so remote, so cold, so mathematical. I see that we have to live as if there is no God. Prayer and worship and singing hymns-all silly and useless.
- John Fowles
Collection: God
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There are some men who are consoled by the idea that there are women less attractive than their wives; and others who are haunted by the knowledge that there are more attractive.
- John Fowles
Collection: Men
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Love is the mystery between two people, not the identity.
- John Fowles
Collection: Love Is
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The world began in hazard and will end in it.
- John Fowles
Collection: Hazards
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The privileges of knowledge have to be bought at the cost of the consolations of ignorance.
- John Fowles
Collection: Ignorance
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To despise all effort is the greatest effort of all.
- John Fowles
Collection: Effort
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Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?
- John Fowles
Collection: Drinking
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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
Collection: Personality
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The practise of an art is essential to the whole man, not because of what art is but because of what art does to the artist.
- John Fowles
Collection: Art
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Only one same reason is shared by all of us: we wish to create worlds as real as, but other than the world that is. Or was. This is why we cannot plan. We know a world is an organism, not a machine. We also know that a genuinely created world must be independent of its creator; a planned world (a world that fully reveals its planning) is a dead world. It is only when our characters and events begin to disobey us that they begin to live.
- John Fowles
Collection: Real
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That’s the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.
- John Fowles
Collection: Romance