1912-1990, British Author
A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
Lawrence Durrell – [Letters]


Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist.
Lawrence Durrell – [Patriotism]


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 – [Arts and Artists]


I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.
Lawrence Durrell – [Death and Dying]


It's only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdy that you can get tenderness.
Lawrence Durrell – [Vulgarity]


It's unthinkable not to love –you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.
Lawrence Durrell – [Love]


Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will –whatever we may think.
Lawrence Durrell – [Travel and Tourism]


Music is only love looking for words.
Lawrence Durrell – [Music]


Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.
Lawrence Durrell – [Music]


No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.
Lawrence Durrell – [Rebellion]


Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.
Lawrence Durrell – [Heroes and Heroism]


Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.
Lawrence Durrell – [Age and Aging]


The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time… love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.
Lawrence Durrell – [Charity]


The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.
Lawrence Durrell – [Love]


There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.
Lawrence Durrell – [Women]


Truth disappears with the telling of it.
Lawrence Durrell – [Truth]