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
John FowlesI read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.
John FowlesThe 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 FowlesI must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment.
John Fowles