It's impossible to imagine what Australia would be like without surfing. — Tim Winton Copy Share Image
Surfers travelled and opened up and changed. It became more mainstream, less of a cult. And it diversified. On any given day… — Tim Winton Copy Share Image
When you're surfing you're not thinking about where you parked the car or what you're going to do when you grow up… — Tim Winton Copy Share Image
Surfing is sensual. It's a real-time engagement with the forces of nature, which happen to be echoes of the past (which after… — Tim Winton Copy Share Image
Surfing is one of the most joyful pursuits a human can take up. But there's no joy in a deadzone. If you've… — Tim Winton Copy Share Image
In Australia surfing was for the oiks. It was always rebellious. And sadly it was for a long time a bit unreflective… — Tim Winton Copy Share Image
“Where I had expected to appreciate the monuments and love the natural environment, the reality was entirely the reverse. The immense beauty of many… — Tim Winton Copy Share
I've been a writer and a parent since adolescence, it feels like, and I'm still making both gigs up as I go along. I… — Tim Winton Copy Share
Surviving is the strongest memory I have; the sense of having walked on water. — Tim Winton Copy Share
“Few landscapes have been so deeply known. And fewer still have been so lightly inhabited.” — Tim Winton Copy Share
“Life was something you didn't argue with, because when it came down to it, whether you barracked for God or nothing at all, life… — Tim Winton Copy Share
“Shit, he said as a great, green glut of water poured up at our feet. I wonder what the ordinary people are doin today.” — Tim Winton Copy Share
I guess it must be a time-of-life thing, looking back and trying to make some sense of who I am and where I've been.… — Tim Winton Copy Share
Will you look at us by the river! The whole restless mob of us on spread blankets in the dreamy briny sunshine skylarking and… — Tim Winton Copy Share
The night is full of stories. They float up like miasmas, as though the dead leave their dreams in the earth where you bury… — Tim Winton Copy Share
I grew up in a whaling town. We didn't stop whaling in Australia until 1978. And I've always lived in fishing communities. You could… — Tim Winton Copy Share
There is nowhere else I'd rather be, nothing else I would prefer to be doing. I am at the beach looking west with the… — Tim Winton Copy Share
“Rare as rocking-horse turds, these days, feeling halfway to decent, with barely a sick twinge, and he was damned if he’d waste” — Tim Winton Copy Share
