The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?
John FowlesThe word is the most imprecise of signs. Only a science-obsessed age could fail to comprehend that this is its great virtue, not its defect.
John FowlesHe knew the world and its absurdities as only an intelligent Irishman can; which is to say that where his knowledge or memory failed him, his imagination was always ready to fill the gap.
John FowlesTo write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.
John Fowles