Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.
GRAHAM GREENEHuman nature is not black and white but black and grey.
GRAHAM GREENEWe can love with our minds, but can we love only with our minds? Love extends itself all the time, so that we can love even with our senseless nails: we love even with our clothes, so that a sleeve can feel a sleeve.
GRAHAM GREENEBeauty is like success: we can’t love it for long.
GRAHAM GREENEWriting is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
GRAHAM GREENEAn autobiography is only ‘a sort of life’ – it may contain less errors of fact than a biography, but it is of necessity even more selective: it begins later and it ends prematurely.
GRAHAM GREENEMorality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.
GRAHAM GREENEDespair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.
GRAHAM GREENEI can’t talk you in terms of time –your time and my time are different
GRAHAM GREENEThere is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in most lives.
GRAHAM GREENEOur worst enemies here are not the ignorant and simple, however cruel; our worst enemies are the intelligent and corrupt.
GRAHAM GREENEPeople who like quotes love meaningless generalizations.
GRAHAM GREENEThe great advantage of being a writer is that you can spy on people. You’re there, listening to every word, but part of you is observing. Everything is useful to a writer, you see – every scrap, even the longest and most boring of luncheon parties.
GRAHAM GREENEEternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.
GRAHAM GREENEWhen we are not sure, we are alive.
GRAHAM GREENEThe next best thing to talking to her is talking about her.
GRAHAM GREENEOf two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.
GRAHAM GREENE