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It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

Graham Greene

In human relationships, kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.
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Human Kindness Relationship Truth Worth
She mixes religion with desertion to make it sound noble.
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Desertion Noble Religion Sound
Sooner or later; one has to take sides. If one is to remain human.
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Human Oneself Side
Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.
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Despair Goal Impossible Pay Price
An 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.
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Beginning Errors Life Necessary Selection
In the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.
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Company Desire End
Most things disappoint till you look deeper.
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Appearance Deep Disappoint
Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.
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Age Curiosity Moral Wisdom
I can’t talk you in terms of time –your time and my time are different
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Different Myself Talk Time
It is a great danger for everyone when what is shocking changes.
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Change Dangerous Greatness
The next best thing to talking to her is talking about her.
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Love Relationship Talk
The 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.
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Boredom Greatness Party People Word Writing
There was always another side to a joke, the side of the victim.
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Joke Side Victim
I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist.
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Existence God Hate Yourself
There’s a virtue in slowness, which we have lost.
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Lost Slow Virtue
All good novelists have bad memories.
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Bad Goodness Memories

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

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