3 December 2020 John Fowles In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
3 December 2020 John Fowles We all write poems it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
3 December 2020 John Fowles There are only two races on this planet – the intelligent and the stupid.
