Quotes by John Fowles

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John Robert Fowles (March 31, 1926 November 5, 2005) was a British novelist and essayist.

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We all write poems. It is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.

There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not anymore what you will become. It is what you are and always will be.
Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.
Content is a word unknown to life; it is also a word unknown to man.
They lay as if paralyzed by what they had done. Congealed in sin, frozen with delight. Charles--no gentle postcoital sadness for him, but an immediate and universal horror--was like a city struck out of a quiet sky by an atom bomb. All lay razed; all principle, all future, all faith, all honorable intent. Yet he survived, he lay in the sweetest possession of his life, . . . but already the radioactivity of guilt crept, crept through his nerves and veins.