Top 280 John Fowles Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “As if I’d lit a fire in the darkness to try and warm us. And all I’d done was to see his real face by it.”

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202. “But forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you.”

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203. “They pay thousands and thousands for the Van Goghs and Modiglianis they’d have spat on at the time they were painted. Guffawed at. Made coarse jokes about.”

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204. “What you love is your own love. It’s not love, it’s selfishness. It’s not me you think of, but what you feel about me.”

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205. “And I just can’t live in this present. I would go mad if I did.”

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206. “I would have gone to bed with him that night. If he had asked. If he had come and kissed me. Not for his sake, but for being alive’s.”

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207. “You accept that you are English. You don’t pretend that you’d rather be French or Italian or something else.”

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208. “Sometimes people say “Good riddance!” in so many words.”

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209. “One of the great fallacies of our time is that the Nazis rose to power because they imposed order on chaos. Precisely the opposite is true.”

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210. “The thing I felt most clearly, when the first corner was turned, was that I had escaped. Obscurer, but no less strong, was the feeling that she loved me more than I loved her, and that consequently I had in some indefinable way won.”

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211. “Why should people have money if they don’t know how to use it?”

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212. “And the sky all wild, all free, all wind and air and space and stars.”

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213. “Despite all the identifying, measuring, photographing, I had managed to set the experience in a kind of present past, a having looked, even as I was temporally and physically still looking... It is not necessarily too little knowledge that causes ignorance; possessing too much, or wanting to gain too much, can produce the same result.”

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214. “Edith Sitwell’s interest in art was largely confined to portraits of herself.”

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215. “German is to death what Latin is to ritual religion – entirely appropriate.”

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216. “Content is a word unknown to life; it is also a word unknown to man.”

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217. “I knew I would always want to go on living with myself, however hollow I became, however diseased.”

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218. “He had not the benefit of existentialist terminology; but what he felt was a very clear case of the anxiety of freedom – that is, the realization that one is free and the realization that being free is a situation of terror.”

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219. “But suddenly he comprehended why her face haunted him, why he felt this terrible need to see her again: it was to possess her, to melt into her, to burn, to burn, to burn to ashes on that body and in those eyes. To postpone such a desire for a week, a month, a year, several years even, that can be done. But for eternity is when the iron bites.”

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220. “Laziness, I am afraid, was Charles’s distinguishing trait.”

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221. “It’s despair at the lack of feeling, of love, of reason in the world. It’s despair that anyone can even contemplate the idea of dropping a bomb or ordering that it should be dropped. It’s despair that so few of us care. It’s despair that there’s so much brutality and callousness in the world. It’s despair that perfectly normal young men can be made vicious and evil because they’ve won a lot of money. And then do what you’ve done to me.”

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222. “One writes things and the implications shriek- it’s like suddenly realizing one’s deaf.”

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223. “He uses my heart. Then turns and tramples on it.”

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224. “My only happiness is when I sleep. When I wake, the nightmare begins. I feel cast on a desert island, imprisoned, condemned, and I know not what crime it is for.”

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225. “You have shared your secret. I think you will find it to be an unburdening in many other ways. You have very considerable natural advantages. You have nothing to fear from life. A day will come when these recent unhappy years may seem no more than that cloud-stain over there upon Chesil Bank. You shall stand in sunlight – and smile at your own past sorrows.”

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226. “I happily forgot his little collection of crimped and cramped fruit trees in my own new world, my America of endless natural ones in Devon.”

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227. “He has that selfishness – it’s not even an honest selfishness, because he puts the blame on life and then enjoys being selfish with a free conscience.”

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228. “I don’t want to hurt you and the more I... want you, the more I shall. And I don’t want you to hurt me and the more you don’t want me the more you will.”

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229. “Just a golden body throwing stones aimlessly into the sea.”

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230. “I think intelligence is terrible. It magnifies all one’s faults. Complicates things that ought to be simple.”

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231. “So that the smile was not so much an attitude to be taken to life as the nature of the cruelty of life, a cruelty we cannot even choose to avoid, since it is human existence.”

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232. “Accepting the sadness. Knowing that to pretend it was all gay was treachery. Treachery to everyone sad at the moment, everyone ever sad, treachery to such music, such truth.”

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233. “We hardly said anything, we seemed to communicate through the chessmen, there was something very symbolic about my winning. That he wished me to feel. I don’t know what it was. I don’t know whether it was that he wanted me to see my “virtue” triumphed over his “vice” or something subtler, that sometimes losing is winning.”

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234. “The rebel with no specific gift for rebellion is destined to become the drone; and even this metaphor is inexact, since the drone has at least a small chance of fecundating the queen, whereas the human rebel-drone is deprived even of that small chance and may finally see himself as totally sterile, lacking not only the brilliant life-success of the queens but even the humble satisfactions of the workers in the human hive. Such.”

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235. “One of the great fallacies of our time is that the Nazis rose to power because they imposed order on chaos. Precisely the opposite is true – they were successful because they imposed chaos on order. They tore up the commandments, they denied the super-ego, what you will. They said, “You may persecute the minority, you may kill, you may torture, you may couple and breed without love.” They offered humanity all its great temptations. Nothing is true, everything is permitted.”

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236. “But though one may keep the wolves from one’s door, they still howl out there in the darkness.”

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237. “Beware of the waiting room.” He closed the door at once, as if he had rehearsed that moment. I opened it quickly, and leaned out to call after him, “The what?” He turned, but only to give a sharp wave, the Trafalgar Square crowd swallowed him up. I couldn’t get the smile on his face out of my mind, it secreted an omission. Something he’d saved up, a mysterious last word. Waiting room. Waiting room. Waiting room. It went round in my head all that evening.”

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238. “We could not expect him to see what we are only just beginning – and with so much more knowledge and the lessons of existentialist philosophy at our disposal – to realise ourselves: that the desire to hold and the desire to enjoy are mutually destructive. His statement to himself should have been, “I possess this now, therefore I am happy,” instead of what it so Victorianly was: “I cannot possess this forever, and therefore am sad.”

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239. “Under the silver nailparing of a moon. I felt, though without any melancholy at all, that sense of existential solitude, the being and being alone in a universe, that still nights sometimes give.”

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240. “Seeing her made me feel like I was catching a rarity, going up to it very careful, heart-in-mouth as they say.”

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241. “But the one perfume you really want is freedom.”

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242. “Another thing I said to Caliban the other day-we were listening to Jazz- I said, don’t you just dig this? And he says, in the garden. I said he was so square he was hardly credible. Oh, that, he said. Like rain, endless dreary rain. Color-killing.”

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243. “The fear I felt was the same old fear; not of the appearance, but of the reason behind the appearance. It was not the mask I was afraid of, because in our century we are too inured by science fiction and too sure of science reality ever to be terrified of the supernatural again; but of what lay behind the mask. The eternal source of all fear, all horror, all real evil, man himself.”

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244. “He stood before the famous Rembrandt self portrait. The sad, proud old man stared eternally out of his canvas, out of the entire knowledge of his own genius and of the inadequacy of genius before human reality.”

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245. “Oh, you’re like mercury. You won’t be picked up.”

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246. “I had the same feeling I did when I had watched an imago emerge, and then to have to kill it. I mean, the beauty confuses you, you don’t know what you want to do any more, what you should do.”

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247. “Their fear of the open and of the naked. Hide reality, shut out nature. The revolutionary art movement of Charles’s day was of course the Pre-Raphaelite. They, at least, were making an attempt to admit nature and sexuality.”

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248. “It was no good my knowing that old men have conned young ones like that ever since time began. I still fell for it, as one still falls for the oldest literary devices in the right hands and contexts.”

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249. “And I’ll tell you what a modern satyr is. He’s someone who invents a woman on paper so that he can force her to say and do things no real woman in her right mind ever would.”

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250. “There were even times I thought I would forget her. But forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me.”

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