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
So much of a novelist's writing, as I have said, takes place in the unconscious: in those depths the last word is… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
All good novelists have bad memories. What you remember comes out as journalism; what you forget goes into the compost of the… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
One never knows enough about characters in real life to put them into novels. One gets started and then, suddenly, one can… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“It is the earliest dream that I can remember, earlier than the witch at the corner of the nursery passage, this dream… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
One gets started, and then, suddenly, one cannot remember what toothpaste they use . . . the moment comes when a character… — 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
