I wrote. Something. Yes.And you were truthful.No.You weren't truthful?I was accurate.
He fell asleep and again dreamt of being rowed by two myrtle trees, except this time they rowed through the stars to the moon, and it was quiet, and while everything went on forever the stars were as...
I had begun with the comforting conclusion that books are the tongue of divine wisdom, and had ended only with the thin hunch that all books are grand follies, destined forever to be misunderstood.
He read and reread ‘Ulysses’. He looked back at Amy. They were the first beautiful thing I ever knew, Dorrigo Evans said.
Writing my novel 'The Narrow Road to the Deep North,' I came to conclude that great crimes like the Death Railway did not begin with the first beating or murder on that grim line of horror in 1943.
All life is only allegory and the real story is not here...
Memorial coins.
The Line welcomed rain and sun. Seeds germinated in mass graves, between skulls and femurs and broken pick handles, tendrils rose up alongside dog spikes and clavicles, thrust around teak sleepers and...
Like all immigrants, he seemed to have an unerring instinct for the oldest, truest words in his new language. The way he said the word, it felt free of the treacherous weight of mate
He...discovered that people's goodwill was frequently in inverse relationship to their position...
He waited for death as a traveller for a bus.
He understood the measure of his life now to be his capacity to believe in something - anything - other than what was happening in front of him. So they saw, but they did not see; so they heard, but t...
If you choose to take your compass from power, in the end you find only despair. But if you look around the world you can see and touch - the everyday world that is too easily dismissed as everyday -...
يمكنك أن تدخل في حرب مع العالم، لكن العالم سيربح دائماً
ليس للرجل السعيد ماض، أما الرجل الحزين فليس لديه شيء آخر
What was a prisoner of war anyway? Less than a man, just material to be used to make the railway, like the teak sleepers and steel rails and dog spikes.
So they saw, but they did not see; so they heard, but they did not hear; and they knew, they knew it all, but still they tried not to know.
She was full of yearning. To leave, to be someone else, somewhere else, to start moving and never stop. And yet the more the innermost part of her screamed to move, the more she recognised that she wa...
He was not a good surgeon, he was not a good doctor; he was not, he believed in his heart, a good man. But he refused to stop trying.
Threatening apes. What was this room? How could he get out? The green blindfold was now wrapping around his throat, choking him. His heart was pounding. He