If one knew, he wondered, the facts,
would one have to pity even the planets? If one reached what they called the heart of the matter?
It was like hate on a deathbed.
Graham GreeneThey are always saying God loves us. If that's love I'd rather have a bit of kindness.
Graham GreeneInnocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.
Graham GreeneA black boy brought Wilson's gin and he sipped it very slowly because he had nothing else to do except to return to his hot and squalid room and read a novel - or a poem. Wilson liked poetry, but he absorbed it secretly, like a drug. The Golden Treasury accompanied him wherever he went, but it was taken at night in small doses - a finger of Longfellow, Macaulay, Mangan: 'Go on to tell how, with genius wasted, Betrayed in friendship, befooled in love...' His taste was romantic. For public exhibition he has his Wallace. He wanted passionately to be indistinguishable on the surface from other men: he wore his moustache like a club tie - it was his highest common factor, but his eyes betrayed him - brown dog's eyes, a setter's eyes, pointing mournfully towards Bond Street.
Graham GreeneTags: reading poetry eyes mustache
He couldn't tell that this was one of those occasions a man never forgets: a small cicatrice had been made on the memory, a wound that would ache whenever certain things combined - the taste of gin at mid-day, the smell of flowers under a balcony, the clang of corrugated iron, an ugly bird flopping from perch to perch.
Graham GreeneTags: memory forgetting moment combination
I loved a man,"she said. "I told you - a man doesn't alter because you find out more about him. He's still the same man.
Graham GreeneTags: the-third-man
Heresy is another word for freedom of thought.
Graham GreeneThey deserved nothing less than the truth--a vacant universe and a cooling world, the right to be happy in any way they chose.
Graham GreeneLust is not the worst thing. It is because any day, any time, lust may turn into love that we have to avoid it. And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.
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