All novelists should live in two different worlds: a real one and an unreal one.
John FowlesRead
Hazard has conditioned us to live in hazard. All our pleasures are dependent on it. Even though I arrange for a pleasure, and look forward to it, my eventual enjoyment of it is still a matter of hazard. Wherever time passes, there is hazard.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that our experiences of pleasure and enjoyment are influenced by the unpredictable nature of life.
John Fowles reflects on the inherent uncertainty or 'hazard' of life, arguing that even our carefully planned pleasures ultimately hinge on unpredictability. This idea highlights the delicate interplay between our expectations and the uncontrollable elements of existence, suggesting that while we seek joy, it is never fully within our grasp due to the risks and uncertainties that surround us.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion on the unpredictability of life's pleasures during a motivational speech.
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.
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.
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The bowed head, the buried face. She is silent, she will never speak, never forgive, never reach a hand, never leave this frozen present tense. All waits, suspended. Suspended the autumn trees, the autumn sky, anonymous people. A blackbird, poor fool, sings out of season from the willows by the lake. A flight of pigeons over the houses; fragments of freedom, hazard, an anagram made flesh. And somewhere the stinging smell of burning leaves.
It came to me…that I didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world at that moment, that what I was feeling at that moment justified all I had been through, because all I had been through was my being there. I was experiencing…a new self-acceptance, a sense that I had to be this mind and this body, its vices and its virtues, and that I had no other chance or choice.
For a while in my teens, I was sure I had it. It was about getting to heaven. If heaven existed and lasted forever, then a mere lifetime spent scrupulously following orders was a small investment for an infinite payoff. One day, though, I realized I was no longer a believer, and realizing that, I couldn't go back.
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A man could not always be where he belonged, though.
What is the sound of one hand?
Most of us, if we're not careful, tend to dehumanize the enemy.
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