I’m only happy when I forget to exist. When just my eyes or my ears or my skin exist.
– John Fowles
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- Forget your voice, sing!Forget your feet, dance!Forget your life, live!Forget yourself and be! – Kamand Kojouri
- I want to hold you close, skin on skin, and let our heartbeats have a conversation. – John Mark Green
- The ears and the heart are connected, it’s true,for when ears open wide, the heart opens up too. – Richelle E Goodrich
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- Winston Smith: Does Big Brother exist?O’Brien: Of course he exists.Winston Smith: Does he exist like you or me?O’Brien: You do not exist. – George Orwell
- When their voices didn’t reach my ears,I rebelled against my own skin too young to realize that without their stories I would starve. – Kiana Davis
- We are all brothers under the skin – and I, for one, would be willing to skin humanity to prove it. – Ayn Rand
- Labor in the white skin can never free itself as long as labor in the black skin is branded. – Karl Marx
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- Forget race, forget gender, forget religion, and become a human my friend. Become a human above everything else, and all great things shall follow. – Abhijit Naskar
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- Art’s cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart. – John Fowles
- But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it’s no go if your personality isn’t worth translating. – John Fowles
- The moon hung over the planet Earth, a dead thing over a dying thing. – John Fowles
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- Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely, than most of her kind. – John Fowles
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- Girls possess sexual tact in inverse proportion to their standard of education. – John Fowles
- In our age it is not sex that raises its ugly head, but love. – John Fowles
- For him the tragedy of Homo sapiens is that the least fit to survive breed the most. – John Fowles
- The power of women! I’ve never felt so full of mysterious power. Men are a joke. – John Fowles
- She smiled at him as they waited for their dessert, her chin poised on her clasped hands.’You’re being very silent.”That’s how men cry. – John Fowles
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- But he was absolutely alone. No one ever wrote to him. Visited him. Totally alone. And I believe the happiest man I have ever met. – John Fowles
- He had the charm of all people who believe implicitly in themselves, that of integration. – John Fowles
- If there is a God he’s a great loathsome spider in the darkness. – John Fowles
- The height the dupe has fallen is measured by his anger. – John Fowles
- Piers is always going on about how he hated Stowe. As if that solves everything, as if to hate something means it can’t have affected you. – John Fowles
- I hate beyond hate. – John Fowles
- If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her. – John Fowles
- …there are times when silence is a poem. – John Fowles
- That is how war corrupts us. It plays on our pride in our own free will. – John Fowles
- The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night? – John Fowles
- He was one of the most supremely stupid men I have ever met. He taught me a great deal. – John Fowles
- I must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment. – John Fowles
- Sometimes to return is a vulgarity. – John Fowles