“The oranges were more plentiful than usual that year. They glowed in their arbours of burnished green leaf like lanterns, flickering up there among the sunny woods. It was as if they were eager to celebrate our departure from the… — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
Life is more complicated than we think, yet far simpler than anyone dares to imagine — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
“Suddenly at the end of the great couloir my vision is sharpened by a pale disjunctive shudder as a bar of buttercup-yellow thickening gradually… — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
To be the equal of reality you must learn how to ignore it without danger. — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
The cocktail party - as the name itself indicates - was originally invented by dogs. They are simply bottom-sniffings raised to the rank of… — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
It only takes one match to ignite a haystack, or one remark to fire a mind. — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
“He felt that his mind had become a battle-ground for the forces of good and evil and that his task was to strain every… — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
Science is the poetry of the intellect and poetry the science of the heart's affections. — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
We live" writes Pursewarden somewhere, "lives based upon selected fictions. Our view of reality is conditioned by our position in space and time -… — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
It's unthinkable not to love -you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin. — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
“God did not create us, nor did He wish us to be created. We are the work of a lesser deity, a demiurge, who… — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
The steward, according to custom, had stopped all the clocks. This, in the language of Narouz, said "Your stay with us is so brief,… — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist. — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
“The slither of tyres across the waves of the desert under a sky blue and frost-bound in winter; or in summer a fearful lunar… — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
