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
We'd forgive most things if we knew the facts.
I couldn't have thought of her more. Even vacancy was crowded with her.
So long as one is happy one can endure any discipline: it was unhappiness that broke down the habits of work.
I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate, and walking there beside Henry towards the evening glass of beer, I found the one prayer that seemed to serve the winter mood: O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone forever.
So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.
The truth has never been of any real value to any human being - it is a symbol for mathematicians and philosophers to pursue. In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
Media is just a word that has come to mean bad journalism.
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.
Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.
Sentimentality - that's what we call the sentiment we don't share.
Success is more dangerous than failure, the ripples break over a wider coastline.
A movie is not a book. If the source material is a book, you cannot be too respectful of the book. All you owe to the book is the spirit.
Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.