The national characteristics... the restless metaphysical curiosity, the tenderness of good living and the passionate individualism. This is the invisible constant in a place with which the ordinary tourist can get in touch just by sitting quite quietly over a… — 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
