Travels with My Aunt

by Graham Greene

A long experience with clients has made me prefer a shabby whisky-drinker to a well-dressed beer-drinker.

All characters once dead, if they continue to exist in memory at all, tend to become fictions.

Turkish customs again.’

‘Be patient and quiet, and let me take my own way; for when I take the bit between my teeth, there is no bridle will stop me.’

In the act of creation there is always, it seems, an awful selfishness.

I was afraid of burglars and Indian thugs and snakes and fires and Jack the Ripper, when I should have been afraid of thirty years in a bank and a take-over bid and a premature retirement and the Deuil du Roy Albert.