A black boy brought Wilson's gin, and he sipped it very slowly because he had nothing else to do except to return to his hot and squalid room and read a novel - or a poem. Wilson liked poetry, but he absorbed it secretly, like a drug. The Golden Treasury accompanied him wherever he went, but it was taken at night in small doses - a finger of Longfellow, Macaulay, Manga: 'Go on to tell how, with genius wasted, Betrayed in friendship, befouled in love...' His taste was romantic. For public exhibition he has his Wallace. He wanted passionately to be indistinguishable on the surface from other men: he wore his mustache like a club tie - it was his highest common factor, but his eyes betrayed him - brown dog's eyes, a setter's eyes, pointing mournfully towards Bond Street.

— Graham Greene

-"-A book takes me a year to write. It's too hard work for a revenge."-"If you knew how little you had to revenge...".

— Graham Greene

A brain was only capable of what it could conceive, and it couldn't conceive what it had never experienced

— Graham Greene

A major character has to come somehow out of the unconscious.

— Graham Greene

A man becomes trustworthy when you trust him.

— Graham Greene

... and for the first time he realized the pain inevitable in any human relationship - pain suffered and pain inflicted. How foolish we were to be afraid of loneliness.

— Graham Greene

... and then beginning to go back to what you can't even remember.

— Graham Greene

A petty reason perhaps why novelists more and more try to keep a distance from journalists is that novelists are trying to write the truth and journalists are trying to write fiction.

— Graham Greene

A police photograph is like a passport photograph: the intelligence which casts a veil over the crude common shape is never recorded by the cheap lens. No one can deny the contours of the flesh, the shape of nose and mouth, and yet we protest, This isn't me.

— Graham Greene

As long as one suffers one lives.

— Graham Greene