John Fowles

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

— John Fowles

Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.

— John Fowles

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

— John Fowles

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.

— John Fowles

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.

— John Fowles