He looked with horror round the room: nobody could say he hadn't done right to get away from this, to commit any crime... When the man opened his mouth he heard his father speaking, that figure in the corner was his mother: he bargained for his sister and felt no desire... He turned to Rose, 'I'm off,' and felt the faintest tinge of pity for goodness which couldn't murder to escape.
Graham GreeneWith a novel, which takes perhaps years to write, the author is not the same man he was at the end of the book as he was at the beginning. It is not only that his characters have developed--he has developed with them, and this nearly always gives a sense of roughness to the work: a novel can seldom have the sense of perfection which you find in Chekhov's story, The Lady with the Dog.
Graham GreeneMots clés short-stories novel-writing
I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.
Graham GreeneMy passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.
Graham Greenea book is like a sandy path which keeps the indent of footprints.
Graham GreeneI am interested in the blueness of the cheese.
Graham GreeneWhat I've done is far worse than murder - that's an act, a blow, a stab, a shot: it's over and done, but I'm carrying my corruption around with me. It's the coating of my stomach.' He threw her wrists aside like seeds towards the stony floor. 'Never pretend I haven't shown my love.
Graham GreeneThe only building finished in Duvalierville is the cock-fight stadium.
Graham GreeneBeauty is like success: we can't love it for long.
Graham GreeneMots clés beauty
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Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?
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