Author of quotes: John Fowles. Page 31

To forgive means to forget.

I just wrote a letter to Alison, but it seemed that she was back - not in time or space but in another dimension, which has no name. Maybe - in reality?

Serenity, splendor, royalty, the word erased, but the others do not fit.

I know what it is when you leave. Week dies, the week was just painful, and then begin to forget, and then think that nothing happened, that was not with you, and you spit on everything. And I say to myself: Dingo, it's life, so it is arranged. That's how this stupid life. As if he lost something forever.

At our age, isn't sex a terrible love.

For cynicism is always failing to stress - in one word, impotence; above the struggle can only be one who really struggled.

As any person not in his place, he could not live without the trivial and petty ostentation; his brains were replaced by a chain of abstract concepts: Discipline, Tradition, Responsibility... And when I dared to contradict him - which happened very rarely - he was taken to iron me Simi sacred words, as some high-handed leytenantik. But if the victim here did not fall dead, let red chain dog anger.