Dorrigo, the children, her friends, and her wider family - they all existed for her as a way of divining the world. It was a far larger and more wondrous place with them than it was without them. If s...
Dorrigo Evans hated virtue, hated virtue being admired, hated people who pretended he had virtue or pretended to virtue themselves. And the more he was accused of virtue as he grew older, the more he...
As they made their way to the coast, he bemoaned the hotel trade in the manner, Dorrigo felt, that those who love what they do bemoan their passion the most.
And all the time he knew it was his hunger eating him.
And every word sounded both a defence against what he truly felt and a betrayal of all that he was.
& she, armed with both & abandoning the joys of reason that had meant so much to her as well as me, made a suitably advantageous marriage with an ironmonger with a face like an anvil & a soul like a s...
And she would know that love is not goodness, and nor is it happiness....For Amy, love was the universe touching, exploding within one human being, and that person exploding into the universe. It was...
Vessels with mini-subs and helicopters attached. As well as undertaking the more conventional
For a moment he wondered:what if this had all been a mask for the most terrible evil? The idea was too horrific to hold on to.
You see, reason, gentlemen, is a fine thing, that is unquestionable, but reason is only reason and satisfies only man’s reasoning capacity, while wanting is a manifestation of the whole of life. Fyodo...
What sort of soldier are you? she asked. Not much of one. Using his book, he tapped the triangular brown patch with its inset green circle sewn on his tunic shoulder. 2/7th Casualty Clearing Station....
To have been part of a Pharaonic slave system that had at its apex a divine sun king led him to understand unreality as the greatest force in life. And his life was now, he felt, one monumental unreal...
Once upon a time...long ago in a far-off place that everyone knows is not here or now or us.
Is it easier for a man to live his life again as a fish, than to accept the wonder of being human? So alone, so frightened, so wanting for what we are afraid to give tongue to.
Io non ci credo, disse la donna. No, non ci credo. é una parola troppo piccola, non le pare signor Evans?Ho un'amica, a Fern Tree, che insegna pianoforte. è una donna molto musicale. Io non ho orecchi...
For beneath that delicate black powder something highly unusual was happening: the book’s marbled cover was giving off a faint, but increasingly bright purple glow.
And this grey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
A man, good or bad, was magnificent. It was not possible that this thing that was nothing and would never change [death] could mean the end of everything that moved and changed within him - the good,...
A happy man has no past, while an unhappy man has nothing else.
A good book ... leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.