John Fowles

Only fools think our attitude to our fellow men is a thing distinct from our attitude to 'lesser' life on this planet.

We all write poems; it is simply that the poets are the ones who write in words.

Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.

You are like a porcupine. When the animal has its spines erect, it cannot eat. If you do not eat, you will starve. And your prickles will die with the rest of your body.

I knew words were like chains, they held me back . . . the act of description taints the description.