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

I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.

Honestly, I haven't the time to read contemporary writers. I know this is awful, but in the main it is true.

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.

He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.

What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.

While I am on, I can discipline myself to that extent. When I am off, I can't discipline myself at all. On the other hand, when I am off, there are so many things I like doing, it doesn't really matter.