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
Graham Greene quotes about
His hilarity was like a scream from a crevasse.
That whisky priest, I wish we had never had him in the house.
If one is going to write about war, self respect demands that one
Don't be shy. Put your nose right up to the bunghole.
So many of his prayers had remained unanswered that he had hopes that this one prayer of his had lodged all the time like wax in the Eternal ear.
It is the story-teller's task to elicit sympathy and a measure of understanding for those who lie outside the boundaries of State approval.
Perhaps it is only in childhood that books have any deep influence on our lives.
To take an Annamite to bed with you is like taking a bird: they twitter and sing on your pillow
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.
You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.
A single feat of daring can alter the whole conception of what is possible.
To be in love is to see yourself as someone else sees you, it is to be in love with the falsified and exalted image of yourself. In love we are incapable of honor - the courageous act is no more than playing a part to an audience of two.
We can love with our minds, but can we love only with our minds? Love extends itself all the time, so that we can love even with our senseless nails: we love even with our clothes, so that a sleeve can feel a sleeve.
Thought's a luxury. Do you think the peasant sits and thinks of God and Democracy when he gets inside his mud hut at night?