Artículos de la Categoría: ‘Graham Greene’

The End of the Affair, Graham Greene

domingo, 21 septiembre 2008

How twisted the humans are, and yet they say a God made us; but I find it hard to conceive of any God who is not as simple as a perfect equation, as clear as air.

(pág. 5)

And believe me God, I don’t believe in you yet, I don’t believe in you yet.

(pág. 81)

It doesn’t seem right praying to a God if you don’t believe in.

(pág. 119)

– Did you feel it was a failure?
– I feel that about all my books.

(pág. 124)

…prostitutes have a great respect for sentiment.

(pág. 142)






, Penguin Books USA 2004

Travels with My Aunt, Graham Greene

lunes, 18 junio 2007

I do not intend to save for the sake of an heir. I made my economies in my youth and they were fairly painless because the young do not particulary care for luxury. They have other interests than spending and can make love on a Coca-Cola, a drink which is nauseating in age.

(pág. 66)

I nearly became a Roman Catholic once. Because of the Kennedys. But then when two of them got shot – I mean I’m superstitious. Was Macbeth a Catholic?

(pág. 93)

My books are a good antidote to foreign travel and reinforce the sense of the England I love, but sometimes I wonder whether that England exists still beyond my garden hedge or further than Church Road.

(pág. 157)

One’s life is more formed, I sometimes think, by books than by human beings: it is out of books one learns about love and pain at second hand. Even if we have the happy chance to fall in love it is because we have been conditioned by what we have read, and if I had never known love at all, perhaps it was because my father’s library had not contained the right books.

(pág. 194)

«There speaks a Protestant, Mr. Visconti said,. «Any Catholic knows that a legend which is believed has the same value and effect as the truth. Look at the cult of the saints»

(pág. 250)

, Penguin 2004

The Human Factor, Graham Greene

sábado, 16 junio 2007

I don’t pretend to be an enthusiast of God or Marx. Beware of people who believe. They aren’t reliable players.

(pág. 157)

I can’t bear weddings. A funeral’s final. A wedding -well, it’s only an unfortunate stage to something else. I’d rather celebrate a divorce – but then that’s often a stage too, to just another wedding. People get into the habit.

(pág. 159)

…a book is like a sandy path which keeps the indent of footsteps.

(pág. 166)

There was always whisky -the medicine against despair.

(pág. 253)

, Vintage 2005

Our Man in Havana, Graham Greene

jueves, 14 junio 2007

«God doesn’t learn from experience, does He, or how He could expect anything from a man? It’s the scientists who add the digits and make the same sum who cause the trouble. Newton discovering gravity – he learned from experience and after that…»

«I thought it was from an apple»

«It’s the same thing. It was only a matter of time before Lord Rutheford went and split the atom. He had learned from experience too, and so did the men from Hiroshima. If only we had been born clowns, nothing bad would happen to us except a few bruises and a smear of whitewash. Don’t learn from experience, Milly. It ruins our peace and our lives.»

(pag. 32)

He began to realize what the criminal class knows so well, the impossibility of explaining anything to a man with power.

(pág. 66)

There was always another side to a joke, the side of the victim.

(pág. 72)

«Did you torture him?»

«Captain Segura laughed. No, he doesn’t belong to the torturable class.»

«I didn’t know there were class-distinctions in torture.»

«Dear Mr. Wormold, surely you realize there are people who expect to be tortured and others who be outraged by the idea. One never tortures except by a kind of mutual agreement.»

«There’s torture and torture. When they broke up Dr. Hasselbacher’s laboratory they were torturing him?»

«One can never tell what amateurs do. The police had no concern in that. Dr. Hasselbacher does not belong to the torturable class.»

«Who does?»

«The poor in my own country, in any Latin American country. The poor of central Europe and the Orient. Of course, in your welfare states you have no poor, so you are untorturable. In Cuba the police can deal as harshly as they like with émigrés from Latin America and the Baltic States, but not with visitors from your country or Scandinavia. It is an instictive matter on both sides. Catholics are more torturable tan Protestants, just as they are more criminal.»

(pág. 151)

It is easy to laugh at the idea of torture in a sunny day.

(pág. 152)

The Spanish, the French, the Portuguese built cities where they settled, but the English just allowed cities to grow. The poorest street in Havana had dignity compared with ths shanty-life of Kingston

(pág. 158)

They can print statistics and count the populations in hundreds of thousands, but to each man a city consists of no more than a few streets, a few houses, a few people. Remove those few and a city exits no longer except as a pain in the memory, like the pain of an amputated leg no longer there.

(pág. 183)

A family feud had been a better reason for murder than patriotism or the preference for one economic system over another. If I love or if I hate, let me love and hate as an individual.

(pág. 186)

I don’t think even my country means all that much. There are many countries in our blood, aren’t there, but only one person.

(pág. 190)

That fool dressed up as a Colonel said something about «your country». I said «What do you mean by his country?» A flag someone invented two hundred years ago? The Bench of Bishops arguing about divorce and the House of Commons shouting Ya at each other across the floor?…

(pág. 217)

, Penguin 1988

The Quiet American, Graham Greene

jueves, 26 abril 2007

Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would be no longer the daily possibility of love dying. The nightmare of a future of boredom and indifference would lift. I could never have been a pacifist. To kill a man was surely to grant him an inmesurable benefit. Oh yes, people everywhere loved their enemies. It was their friends they preserved for pain and vacuity.

(pág. 36)

Wouldn’t we all do better not trying to understand, accepting the fact that not human being will ever understand another, not a wife a husband, a lover a mistress, nor a parent a child? Perhaps that’s why men have invented God -a being capable of understanding. Perhaps if I wanted to be understood or to understand I would bam-boozle myself into belief, but I am a reporter; God exists only for leader-writers.

(pág. 52)

But I had never desired faith. The job of a reporter is to expose and record. I had never in my career discovered the inexplicable.

(pág. 80)

– I laugh at anyone who spends so much time writing about what doesn’t exist -mental concepts.
– They exist for him. Haven’t you got any mental concpets? God for instance?
– I have no reason to believe in a God. Do you?

(pág. 85)

I’ve seen a priest, so poor he hasn’t a change of trousers, working fifteen hours a day from hut to hut in a cholera epidemic, eating nothing but rice and salt fish, saying his Mass with an old cup -a wooden platter. I don’t believe in God and yet I’m for that priest.

(pág. 87)

We are all either liberal conservatives or liberal socialists: we all have a good conscience.

(pág. 88)

– You don’t believe in Him, do you?
– No
– Things to me wouldn’t make sense to me without Him
– They don’t make sense to me with him.

(pág. 97)

…one didn’t in the East reprove children.

(pág. 116)

«Sooner or later» Heng said, and I was reminded of Captain Trouin speaking in the opium house, «one has to take sides. If one is to remain human».

(pág. 166)

…there’s no such thing as gratitude in politics

(pág. 168)

Find me an uncomplicated child, Pyle. When we are young we are a jungle of complications. We simplify as we get older.

(pág. 168)

, Penguin 2004