I must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment.
John FowlesTo write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.
John FowlesAn easterly is the most disagreeable wind in Lyme Bay — Lyme Bay being that largest bite from the underside of England's outstretched southwestern leg — and a person of curiosity could at once have deduced several strong probabilities about the pair who began to walk down the quay at Lyme Regis, the small but ancient eponym of the inbite, one incisively sharp and blustery morning in the late March of 1867.
John Fowles