Poverty is an unhairy animal 
It's a beast of shame

What makes human life--which is inseparable from this moment--so precious is its fleeting nature. And not that it doesn't last but that it never returns again.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

Nine-tenths of all artistic creation derives its basic energy from the engine of repression and sublimation, and well beyond the strict Freudian definition of those terms.  John Fowles attended new College in Oxford. You might like to see my collection of Oxford trees at Rob's Bookshop.

Written By John Fowles

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