The subject of a novel is not the plot. Who remembers what happened to Lucien de Rebempre in the end? — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
In the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship. — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
You needn't be so scared. Love doesn't end. Just because we don't see each other... — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
Self-expression is a hard and selfish thing. It eats everything, even the self. At the end you find you haven't even got… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
An autobiography is only 'a sort of life' - it may contain less errors of fact than a biography, but it is… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
Tea at college was served on long tables with an urn at the end of each. Long baguettes of bread, three to… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
I could have waited years, now that I knew the end of the story. I was cold and wet and very happy.… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
It's strange how the human mind swings back and forth, from one extreme to another. Does truth lie at some point of… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
As the end of the what is called the 'sexual life' the only love which has lasted is the love which has… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
Yesterday I went home with him and we did the usual things. I haven't the nerve to put them down, but I'd… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
Sometimes I get so tired of trying to convince him that I love him and shall love him for ever. He pounces… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
You must promise me. You can't desire the end without desiring the means.' Ah, but one can, he thought, one can: one… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“With a novel, which takes perhaps years to write, the author is not the same man he was at the end of… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“What is cowardice in the young is wisdom in the old, but all the same one can be ashamed of wisdom.” — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“Knowledge was the great thing--not abstract knowledge in which Dr. Forester had been so rich, the theories which lead one enticingly on with their… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
With Your great schemes, You ruin our happiness like a harvester ruins a mouse's nest: I hate You, God, I hate You as though… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“He had thought that home was something one possessed, but the things one had possessed were cursed with change; it was what one didn't… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
Perhaps the comparison is closer to the Chinese cook who leaves hardly any part of a duck unserved. — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“He said, ‘Oh god, help her. Damn me, I deserve it, but let her live forever.’ This was the love he should have felt… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“A police photograph is like a passport photograph: the intelligence which casts a veil over the crude common shape is never recorded by the… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
