Top 280 John Fowles Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “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.”

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52. “Greece is like a mirror. It makes you suffer. Then you learn.? To live alone?? To live. With what you are.”

— John Fowles

53. “Each age, each guilty age, builds high walls around its Versailles; and personally I hate those walls most when they are made by literature and art.”

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54. “I think we are just insects, we live a bit and then die and that’s the lot. There’s no mercy in things. There’s not even a Great Beyond. There’s nothing.”

— John Fowles

55. “Time is not a road – it is a room.”

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56. “No amount of reading and intelligent deduction could supplant the direct experience.”

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57. “They looked down on her; and she looked up through them.”

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58. “Just those three words, said and meant. I love you. They were quite hopeless. He said it as he might have said, I have cancer. His fairy story.”

— John Fowles

59. “He’s a collector. That’s the great dead thing in him.”

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60. “Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass; give me plain glass.”

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61. “Baseball and cricket are beautiful and highly stylized medieval war substitutes, chess made flesh, a mixture of proud chivalry and base-in both senses-greed.”

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62. “That’s the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.”

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63. “If you forget everything else about me, please remember this. I walked down that street and I never looked back and I love you. I love you. I love you so much that I shall hate you for ever for today.”

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64. “To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.”

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65. “It is only when our characters and events begin to disobey us that they begin to live.”

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66. “The bowed head, the buried face. She is silent, she will never speak, never forgive, never reach a hand, never leave this frozen present tense. All waits, suspended. Suspended the autumn trees, the autumn sky, anonymous people. A blackbird, poor fool, sings out of season from the willows by the lake. A flight of pigeons over the houses; fragments of freedom, hazard, an anagram made flesh. And somewhere the stinging smell of burning leaves.”

— John Fowles

67. “Just because you can’t express your feelings it doesn’t mean they’re not deep.”

— John Fowles

68. “People who teach you cram old ideas, old views, old ways, into you. Like covering plants with layer after layer of old earth; it’s no wonder the poor things so rarely come up fresh and green.”

— John Fowles

69. “I have a strange illusion quite often. I think I’ve become deaf. I have to make a little noise to prove I’m not. I clear my throat to show myself that everything is normal. It’s like the little Japanese girl they found in the ruins of Hiroshima. Everything dead; and she was singing to her doll.”

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70. “Most marriages recognize this paradox: Passion destroys passion; we want what puts an end to wanting what we want.”

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71. “You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven’t any choice. But it’s what you say that counts.”

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72. “I could scream abuse at him all day long; he wouldn’t mind at all. It’s me he wants, my look, my outside; not my emotions or my mind or my soul or even my body. Not anything human.”

— John Fowles

73. “The best wines take the longest to mature.”

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74. “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.”

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75. “That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see the relationships between objects.”

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76. “The world began in hazard and will end in it.”

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77. “Our accepting what we are must always inhibit our being what we ought to be.”

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78. “It’s like living in the Arabian Nights. Being the favourite in the harem. But the one perfume you really want is freedom.”

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79. “I mean most women just want to be good at something, they’ve got good-at minds, and they mean deftness and a flair and good taste and what-not. They can’t ever understand that if your desire is to go to the furthest limits of yourself then the actual form your art takes doesn’t seem important to you. Whether you use words or paint or sounds.”

— John Fowles

80. “If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.”

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81. “He was one of the most supremely stupid men I have ever met. He taught me a great deal.”

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82. “I’m not really sorry. But I’m not absolutely unsorry.”

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83. “Do you know that every great thing in the history of art and every beautiful thing in life is actually what you call nasty or has been caused by feelings that you would call nasty? By passion, by love, by hatred, by truth. Do you know that?”

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84. “He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I’m imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope. But it’s all an illusion. A thick round wall of glass.”

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85. “If a person is intelligent, then of course he is either an agnostic or an atheist. Just as he is a physical coward. They are automatic definitions of high intelligence.”

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86. “I must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment.”

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87. “Thomas Beecham was a pompous little band-master who stood against everything creative in the art of his time.”

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88. “Charles did not know it, but in those brief poised seconds above the waiting sea, in that luminous evening silence broken only by the waves’ quiet wash, the whole Victorian Age was lost. And I do not mean he had taken the wrong path.”

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89. “It’s like football. Two sides may each want to beat the other, they may even hate each other as sides, but if someone came and told them football is stupid and not worth playing or caring about, then they’d feel together. It’s feeling that matters.”

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90. “The last I saw of him was of a dark blue back marching towards Shaftesbury Avenue; eternally the victor in a war where the losers win.”

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91. “Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society.”

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92. “Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical, and I was never accomplished at that. ‘I.”

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93. “One kind of person is engaged in society without realizing it; another kind engages in society by controlling it. The one is a gear, a cog, and the other an engineer, a driver. But a person who has opted out has only his ability to express his disengagement between his existence and nothingness.”

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94. “Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.”

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95. “If you feel something deeply, you’re not ashamed to show your feeling.”

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96. “The only thing that really matters is feeling and living what you believe – so long as it’s something more than belief in your own comfort.”

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97. “To despise all effort is the greatest effort of all.”

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98. “Hazard has conditioned us to live in hazard. All our pleasures are dependant upon it. Even though I arrange for a pleasure; and look forward to it, my eventual enjoyment of it is still a matter of hazard. Wherever time passes, there is hazard. You may die before you turn the next page.”

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99. “You don’t have any time for silly trivial things. You live seriously. You don’t go to silly films, even if you want to; you don’t read cheap newspapers; you don’t listen to trash on the wireless and the telly; you don’t waste time talking about nothing. You use your life.”

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100. “It’s like the day you realize dolls are dolls. I pick up my old self and I see it’s silly. A toy I’ve played with too often. It’s a little sad, like an old golliwog at the bottom of the cupboard. Innocent and used-up and proud and silly.”

— John Fowles