Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.
GRAHAM GREENETo be in love is to see yourself as someone else sees you, it is to be in love with the falsified and exalted image of yourself. In love we are incapable of honor – the courageous act is no more than playing a part to an audience of two.
More Graham Greene Quotes
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Our worst enemies here are not the ignorant and simple, however cruel; our worst enemies are the intelligent and corrupt.
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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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You needn’t be so scared. Love doesn’t end. Just because we don’t see each other.
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The hands of the guilty don’t necessarily tremble; only in stories does a dropped glass betray agitation. Tension is more often shown in the studied action.
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There’s a virtue in slowness, which we have lost.
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Media is just a word that has come to mean bad journalism.
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Politics, war, marriage, crime, adultery. Everything that exists in the world has something to do with money.
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Beauty is like success: we can’t love it for long.
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A petty reason perhaps why novelists more and more try to keep a distance from journalists is that novelists are trying to write the truth and journalists are trying to write fiction.
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I say that home is where there is a chair and a glass.
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When we are not sure, we are alive.
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It’s a good world if you don’t weaken.
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Innocence is a kind of insanity.
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My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.
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Eternity 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.
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