“ To refrigerate a clock was an extremely violent act, not one I could explain to anyone. Peter Carey
“ She held out her hand, like a man. He hesitated, then took the hand and shook it. It was very warm. You could not help but be aware of the wild passage of blood on the other side of its wall, veins, c… Peter Carey
“ At the very end of a book I can manage to work for longer stretches, but mostly, making stuff up for three hours, that's enough. I can't do any more. At the end of the day I might tinker with my morni… Peter Carey
“ Harry saw his death as if it was someone else's. He watched himself from outside his body and he wasn’tscared at all… he found that he could slide between the spaces in the air itself.Ecstasy touched… Peter Carey
“ Lucinda might sneak from her own house at midnight to place a wager somewhere else, but she dared not touch the pack that lay in her own sideboard. She knew how passionate he had become about his 'wea… Peter Carey
“ His hair was a curling mess and he showed the proper desregard for sartorial elegance which Harry had always seen as a sign of reliability in a person. Neat men always struck him as desperate and ambi… Peter Carey
“ He was tender with her. He wiped her eyelids with his handkerchief, not noticing how soiled it was. It was stained with ink, crumpled, stuck together. Her lids were large and tender and the handkerchi… Peter Carey
“ I don't need new boots I got bluchers back down home. Eff the effing bluchers I'll buy you new adjectival effing elastic sided boots. Peter Carey
“ They watched the flying foxes wheel above them, like shadows of thoughts, things so indistinct they would not exist without two witnesses. Peter Carey
“ Remember, this is the country of the duck-billed platypus. When you are cut off from the rest of the world, things are bound to develop in interesting ways. Peter Carey
“ However she was a woman and I'd have more luck conjuring up the thoughts of a chinaman than I would figuring out what she was conspiring Peter Carey
“ I did not know that history is like a blood stain that keeps on showing on the wall no matter how many new owners take possession, no matter how many times we pint over it. Peter Carey
“ And here is the thing about them men they was Australians they knew full well the terror of the unyielding law the historic memory of UNFAIRNESS were in their blood and a man might be a bank clerk or… Peter Carey
“ I have written a memoir here and there, and that takes its own form of selfishness and courage. However, generally speaking, I have no interest in writing about my own life or intruding in the privacy… Peter Carey
“ But now she could not bear the way she sounded. She was not a person anyone could love....And thus fled to her room. There she wept, bitterly, an ugly sound punctuated by great gulps. She could not st… Peter Carey
