All novelists should live in two different worlds: a real one and an unreal one.
John FowlesRead
People knew less of each other, perhaps, but they felt more free of each other, and so were more individual. The entire world was not for them only a push or a switch away. Strangers were strange, and sometimes with an exciting, beautiful strangeness. It may be better for humanity that we should communicate more and more.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the balance between individual freedom and communication in society.
John Fowles suggests that while people may have less knowledge about each other, this lack of familiarity allows for greater individuality and freedom. The excitement in the unfamiliarity of strangers adds vitality to life, yet the quote also contemplates the implications of communication's increasing prevalence, hinting at the potential benefits it may bring to humanity by bridging these gaps.
In practice
This quote would be perfect for a discussion on the importance of individuality at a philosophy seminar.
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.
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?
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.
Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.
There was no doubt now in Ender's mind. There was no help for him. Whatever he faced, now and forever, no one would save him from it. Peter might be scum, but Peter had been right, always right; the power to cause pain is the only power that matters, the power to kill and destroy, because if you can't kill then you are always subject to those who can, and nothing and no one will ever save you.
I'm a spokesman for myself. It just so happens that there's a bunch of people that are concerned with what I have to say. I find that frightening at times because I'm just as confused as most people. I don't have the answers for anything.
Belief, as I use the word here, is the insistence that the truth is what one would "lief" or wish it to be. The believer will open his mind to the truth on condition that it fits in with his preconceived ideas and wishes. Faith, on the other hand, is an unreserved opening of the mind to the truth, whatever it may turn out to be. Faith has no preconceptions; it is a plunge into the unknown. Belief clings, but faith lets go.
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I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.
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