He felt himself in suspension between the two worlds, the warm, neat civilization behind his back, the cool, dark mystery outside. We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
John FowlesThat was the tragedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.
John FowlesI was too green to know that all cynicism masks a failure to cope - an impotence, in short; and that to despise all effort is the greatest effort of all.
John Fowles