The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers....Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.

Consider a man riding a bicycle. Whoever he is, we can say three things about him. We know he got on the bicycle and started to move. We know that at some point he will stop and get off. Most important of all, we know that if at any point between the beginning and the end of his journey he stops moving and does not get off the bicycle he will fall off it. That is a metaphor for the journey through life of any living thing, and I think of any society of living things.

Graham Greene at 82 years old was still writing, and I don't think anyone can deny the force, the expertise, and the unique quality of his writing, if you take his complete oeuvre.

Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?

Even if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grownups would do.