Graham Greene

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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

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Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel

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Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation

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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

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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