"I am infinitely strange to myself."

“I was not a poet. I felt no consolation in this knowledge, but only a red anger that evolution could allow such sensitivity and such inadequacy to coexist in the same mind. In one ego, my ego, screaming like a hare caught in a gin.”

“I didn’t know at that time Emily Dickinson’s great definition, her 'Publication is not the business of poets’; being a poet is all, being known as a poet is nothing.”

“Everything free and decent in life is being locked away in filthy little cellars by beastly people who don’t care.”

“One kind of person is engaged in society without realizing it; another kind engages in society by controlling it. The one is a gear, a cog, and the other an engineer, a driver. But a person who has opted out has only his ability to express his disengagement between his existence and nothingness. Not cogito, but scribo, ergo sum.”

“John Fowles, playful postmodernist who wrote 'The French Lieutenant's Woman', dies aged 79", at The Independent”

“Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.”