Graham Greene
Graham Greene
Henry Graham Greene OM CH, better known by his pen name Graham Greene, was an English novelist and author regarded by some as one of the great writers of the 20th century. Combining literary acclaim with widespread popularity, Greene acquired a reputation early in his lifetime as a major writer, both of serious Catholic novels, and of thrillers. He was shortlisted, in 1967, for the Nobel Prize for Literature. Through 67 years of writings, which included over 25 novels, he...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth2 October 1904
The world was in her heart already, like the small spot of decay in a fruit.
One forgets so quickly one’s own youth…
And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.
God save us always,' I said 'from the innocent and the good.
It is the same in life: sometimes it is more difficult to make a scene than to die.
It is always of interest to know what strikes another human being as remarkable.
Death never mattered at those times - in the early days I even used to pray for it: the shattering annihilation that would prevent for ever the getting up, the putting on of clothes, the wathchign her torch trail across to the opposite side of the common like the tail-light of a low car driving away.
He had stylized himself--life was easier that way. He had chosen a physical mould just as writer chooses a technical form.
There is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in most lives.
Most things disappoint till you look deeper.
You cannot control what you love--you watch it driving recklessly towards the broken bridge, the torn-up track, the horror of seventy years ahead.
It infuriated him to think that there were still people in the state who believed in a loving and merciful God. There are mystics who are said to have experienced God directly. He was a mystic, too, and what he had experienced was vacancy--a complete certainty in the existence of a dying, cooling world, of human beings who had evolved from animals for no purpose at all.
Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.
Sentimentality - that's what we call the sentiment we don't share.