All novelists should live in two different worlds: a real one and an unreal one.
John FowlesRead
Do you know that every great thing in the history of art and every beautiful thing in life is actually what you call nasty or has been caused by feelings that you would call nasty? By passion, by love, by hatred, by truth. Do you know that?
Interpretation
Great art and beauty often stem from intense emotions, including those we may deem negative.
This quote emphasizes that the foundation of beautiful and impactful art, as well as life experiences, frequently arises from powerful emotions like passion, love, and even hatred. It challenges the notion that only positive feelings lead to greatness, suggesting that what we often label as 'nasty' can give rise to profound creative expressions and life forms that reflect the complexity of human experience.
In practice
During a discussion about the impact of emotions on creativity, you could use this quote to illustrate how negative experiences contribute to artistic expression.
All novelists should live in two different worlds: a real one and an unreal one.
There are many reasons why novelists write, but they all have one thing in common - a need to create an alternative world.
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