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"The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face."
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"He was nothing but a conduit, after all, and there isn't a culvert in the world that remembers the water flowed through it once the rain has stopped."

"We only pass everything by like a transposition of air."

"Time is an eternal guest that banquets on our ideals and bodies."

"But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place."

"A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins."

"Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it's gone."

"The summer's flower is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die."

"The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud ."

"Friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant."

"The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground."
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"I must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment."


"I love honesty and freedom and giving. I love making, I love doing. I love being to the full, I love everything which is not sitting and watching and copying and dead at heart."


"You have shared your secret. I think you will find it to be an unburdening in many other ways. You have very considerable natural advantages. You have nothing to fear from life. A day will come when these recent unhappy years may seem no more than that cloud-stain over there upon Chesil Bank. You shall stand in sunlight-and smile at your own past sorrows."


"Poetry had always seemed something I could turn to in need - an emergency exit, a lifebuoy, as well as a justification."


"Nine-tenths of all artistic creation derives its basic energy from the engine of repression and sublimation, and well beyond the strict Freudian definition of those terms.John Fowles attended new College in Oxford. You might like to see my collection of Oxford trees at Rob's Bookshop."


"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."
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