Quotes from John Fowles

Sometimes people say Good riddance! in so many words.

Seeing her made me feel like I was catching a rarity, going up to it very careful, heart-in-mouth as they say.

Oh, you're like mercury. You won't be picked up.

În ciuda independenÈ›ei ei de suprafa??, simÈ›ea o nevoie esenÈ›ial? de a se ataÈ™a. Toat? viaÈ›a a încercat s? demonstreze contrariul, dovedind-o de fapt. Era ca o anemon? de mare, care se lipeÈ™te la prima atingere.

cras amet qui numquam amavit quique amavit cras amet

era un viso indimenticabile, un viso tragico. Sgorgava dolore con la stessa purezza, naturalezza e inarrestabilità con cui sgorga l'acqua da una sorgente nei boschi. Non c'era artificio in esso, né ipocrisia, né isterismo, né maschera; soprattutto non c'era la minima traccia di pazzia. La pazzia era nel mare vuoto, nel vuoto orizzonte, [...]; come se la sorgente fosse stata naturale in sé ma innaturale in quanto sgorgava da un deserto.

She felt the speed of her fall accelerate. When the cruel ground rushes up, when the fall is from such a height, what use are precautions?

Cómo es posible que me ame como dice? ¿Cómo puede amarse a una persona a quien no se conoce?

a cloud, it would

This story I am telling is all imagination. These characters I create never existed outside my own mind. If I have pretended until now to know my characters' minds and innermost thoughts, it is because I am writing in (just as I have assumed some of the vocabulary and 'voice' of) a convention universally accepted at the time of my story: that the novelist stands next to God. He may not know all, yet he tries to pretend that he does.

Estoy tan lejos de todo...! De la normalidad... De la luz... De lo que quiero ser.

I know what I am to him. A butterfly he has always wanted to catch. I remember (the very fisrt time i met him) G.P. saying that collectors were the worst animals of all. He meant art collectors, of course. I didn't really understand, I thought he was just trying to shock Caroline - and me. But of course, he is right. They're anti-life, anti-art, anti-everything.

Eso de conocer a una persona le hace sentir a una automáticamente cercana a ella. ¡Aunque una desee que estuviese en otro planeta!

Sin embargo, resultaba hasta cómico que, en el momento en que yo creía estar realmente harto de ella, volviesen a ocupar mi mente los viejos sentimientos.

Charles called himself a Darwinist, and yet he had not really understood Darwin. But then, nor had Darwin himself.

I am one in a row of specimens. It's when I try to flutter out of line that he hates me. I'm meant to be dead, pinned, always the same, always beautiful. He knows that part of my beauty is being alive, but it's the dead me he wants. He wants me living-but-dead.

Yo tomo en mis manos mi Yo de antes y veo claramente que es tonto. Un juguete con el cual me he distraído demasiado tiempo. Esto es un poco triste, o, mejor dicho, muy triste.

Jamás he sentido, tanto como aquí, en este calabozo, el misterio del futuro. ¿Que ocurrirá...? ¿Qué ocurrirá?

Just because you can't express your feelings it doesn't mean they're not deep

He said, in some ways you're older than I am. You've never been deeply in love. Perhaps you never will be. He said, love goes on happening to you. To men. You become twenty again, you suffer as twenty suffers. All the dotty irrationalities of twenty. I may seem very reasonable at the moment, but I don't feel it. When you telephoned I nearly peed in my pants with excitement. I'm an old man in love. Stock comedy figure. Very stale. Not even funny.

Algunas veces tengo un enorme deseo de gritar, hasta que mi voz se rompa, ¡hasta la muerte! No puedo escribir. ¡No hay palabras! ¡Desesperación, total desesperación! He estado así todo el día. Se apodera de mí una especie de pánico, lento, lentísimo... ¿Qué pudo haber pensado él cuando me encerró aquí?

That perhaps all the stupidity, and the violence and the conformity are just the price of keeping a national energy alive… that day you took me round the Farmer's Market, just to show me how they've bred their fruit and vegetables to fit Madison Avenue notions of what they ought to look like… the heresy that size and looks are everything

In some profound way, beyond all his reasons and his experience, he was no more than an egoist - he had what I had always detected, and loathed, in Conservative philosophy… the belief that the fortunate must at all costs be allowed to retain their good fortune

There was no art in cultures as ancient as the Egyptian and the Minoan. Conscious art did not exist for them. They wanted only to control. That is how they would want us to judge them - by how well they controlled