Graham Greene II

Champagne, if you are seeking the truth, is better than a lie detector.

The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity.

Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.

It's a strange thing to discover and to believe that you are loved when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love.

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.

I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.

Hate is a lack of imagination.

I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist.

I don't care a damn about men who are loyal to the people who pay them, to organizations... I don't think even my country means all that much. There are many countries in our blood, aren't there, but only one person. Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?