“ She smiled at him as they waited for their dessert, her chin poised on her clasped hands.'You're being very silent.''That's how men cry. John Fowles
“ It's despair at the lack of feeling, of love, of reason in the world. It's despair that anyone can even contemplate the idea of dropping a bomb or ordering that it should be dropped. It's despair that… John Fowles
“ Perhaps twenty minutes later he realized she had gone to sleep. He quietly removed his now stiff arm, then turned away. It must have woken her a little After a moment he felt her turn as well and lay… John Fowles
