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Graham Greene

Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.
GRAHAM GREENE

Feeling Friendship Oneself Return Soul
One can’t love humanity. One can only love people.
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Humanity Love Oneself People
You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.
GRAHAM GREENE

God Mercy Strange Yourself
Most things disappoint till you look deeper.
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Appearance Deep Disappoint
He entered the territory of lies without a passport for return.
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Himself Lying Return
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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Blood Creature Death Eyes Love
Our worst enemies here are not the ignorant and simple, however cruel; our worst enemies are the intelligent and corrupt.
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Corruption Enemy Ignorance Simplicity Worst
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.
GRAHAM GREENE

Brain Connection Fingers Ink Myself Poet Writing
Against the beautiful and the clever and the successful, one can wage a pitiless war, but not against the unattractive: then the millstone weighs on the breast.
GRAHAM GREENE

Attraction Beautiful Body Success War
A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
GRAHAM GREENE

Choice Moments Story
I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist.
GRAHAM GREENE

Existence God Hate Yourself
Destruction after all is a form of creation.
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Creation Deep Destruction One Liner Perspective
Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.
GRAHAM GREENE

Black Human Nature
Pity is cruel. Pity destroys.
GRAHAM GREENE

Cruelty Destroy Pity
All good novelists have bad memories. What you remember comes out as journalism; what you forget goes into the compost of the imagination.
GRAHAM GREENE

Bad Forget Goodness Imagination Journalism Memories Yourself
It is a great danger for everyone when what is shocking changes.
GRAHAM GREENE

Change Dangerous Greatness

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