I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.
Lawrence DurrellI am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!
Lawrence DurrellFrost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branchโthey fall with the first thaw like ripe fruitโdeath-ripened. We shall all end like themโjust a stain in the snow.
Lawrence DurrellI have decided to leave Cleaโs last letter un-answered. I no longer wish to coerce anyone, to make promises, to think of life in terms of compacts, resolutions, covenants. It will be up to Clea to interpret my silence according to her own needs and desires, to come to me if she has need or not, as the case may be. Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?
Lawrence Durrell