That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.
John FowlesThe privileges of knowledge have to be bought at the cost of the consolations of ignorance.
John FowlesIt's no good. I've been trying to sleep for the last half-hour, and I can't. Writing here is a sort of drug. It's the only thing I look forward to. This afternoon I read what I wrote... And it seemed vivid. I know it seems vivid because my imagination fills in all the bits another person wouldn't understand. I mean, it's vanity. But it seems a sort of magic... And I just can't live in this present. I would go mad if I did
John Fowles