This is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.

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.

Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.

We're not savages. We're English.

Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.

Couldn't a fire outrun a galloping horse?

However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.