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Джон Роберт Фаулз

Дата рождения: 31. Март 1926
Дата смерти: 5. Ноябрь 2005

Джон Ро́берт Фа́улз — английский писатель, романист и эссеист. Один из выдающихся представителей постмодернизма в литературе.


„Если мы задаём достаточно глубокие вопросы, наступает момент, когда ответы, если они могут быть даны, убивают.“

„Зрелость — это не годы, а состояние познания самого себя.“


„Все мы неудачники; все мы умрём.“

„Обычно в наших мыслях о собственной смерти нет ничего болезненного; напротив, это один из самых простых способов убедиться в том, что мы живы.“

„Функция смерти заключается в том, чтобы сделать жизнь напряжённее.“

„Я настоящий бездельник. Оправдываю свое безделье перед своим умом.“

„Свобода воли напрямую связана со свободой условий жизни.“

„Бунтарю, который не обладает даром бунтаря от природы, уготована судьба трутня.“


„The human race is unimportant. It is the self that must not be betrayed."

"I suppose one could say that Hitler didn't betray his self."

"You are right. He did not. But millions of Germans did betray their selves. That was the tragedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.“
The Magus

„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.“ The Collector

„To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.“ The Magus

„I think we are just insects, we live a bit and then die and that’s the lot. There’s no mercy in things. There’s not even a Great Beyond. There’s nothing.“ The Collector


„We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.“ The French Lieutenant's Woman

„If you forget everything else about me, please remember this. I walked down that street and I never looked back and I love you. I love you. I love you so much that I shall hate you for ever for today.“ The Magus

„Once upon a time there was a young prince who believed in all things but three. He did not believe in princesses, he did not believe in islands, he did not believe in God. His father, the king, told him that such things did not exist. As there were no princesses or islands in his father's domains, and no sign of God, the young prince believed his father.

But then, one day, the prince ran away from his palace. He came to the next land. There, to his astonishment, from every coast he saw islands, and on these islands, strange and troubling creatures whom he dared not name. As he was searching for a boat, a man in full evening dress approached him along the shore.

Are those real islands?' asked the young prince.

Of course they are real islands,' said the man in evening dress.

And those strange and troubling creatures?'

They are all genuine and authentic princesses.'

Then God must exist!' cried the prince.

I am God,' replied the man in full evening dress, with a bow.

The young prince returned home as quickly as he could.

So you are back,' said the father, the king.

I have seen islands, I have seen princesses, I have seen God,' said the prince reproachfully.

The king was unmoved.

Neither real islands, nor real princesses, I have seen God,' said the prince reproachfully.

The king was unmoved.

Neither real islands, nor real princesses, nor a real God exist.'

I saw them!'

Tell me how God was dressed.'

God was in full evening dress.'

Were the sleeves of his coat rolled back?'

The prince remembered that they had been. The king smiled.

That is the uniform of a magician. You have been deceived.'

At this, the prince returned to the next land, and went to the same shore, where once again he came upon the man in full evening dress.

My father the king has told me who you are,' said the young prince indignantly. 'You deceived me last time, but not again. Now I know that those are not real islands and real princesses, because you are a magician.'

The man on the shore smiled.

It is you who are deceived, my boy. In your father's kingdom there are many islands and many princesses. But you are under your father's spell, so you cannot see them.'

The prince pensively returned home. When he saw his father, he looked him in the eyes.

Father, is it true that you are not a real king, but only a magician?'

The king smiled, and rolled back his sleeves.

Yes, my son, I am only a magician.'

Then the man on the shore was God.'

The man on the shore was another magician.'

I must know the real truth, the truth beyond magic.'

There is no truth beyond magic,' said the king.

The prince was full of sadness.

He said, 'I will kill myself.'

The king by magic caused death to appear. Death stood in the door and beckoned to the prince. The prince shuddered. He remembered the beautiful but unreal islands and the unreal but beautiful princesses.

Very well,' he said. 'I can bear it.'

You see, my son,' said the king, 'you too now begin to be a magician.“

„I hate the uneducated and the ignorant. I hate the pompous and the phoney. I hate the jealous and the resentful. I hate the crabbed and mean and the petty. I hate all ordinary dull little people who aren't ashamed of being dull and little.“ The Collector

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