A womans best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying. – Lawrence Durrell
I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time – those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything. – Lawrence Durrell
Its only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdy that you can get tenderness. – Lawrence Durrell
For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in its true potential – the imagination. – Lawrence Durrell