While the sun is shining and the sky is blue outside,
I'm beginning to learn to love Greene's writing.
'"How did you know he was dead?"
It was a foolish police man's question, unworthy of the man who read Pascal, unworthy also of the man who so strangely loved his wife. You cannot love without intuition.'
Pg 18. The Quiet American, by Graham Greene
Indeed, you cannot love without intuition.
There