There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?

I'm not a critic so much of my own writing. People must make up their own minds over that.

He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life,where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.

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.

Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.

Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!