“Still the fact remains, he had me hooked. As he had, of course, from the beginning. I had been writing my book about Johnno from the moment we met.” — David Malouf Copy Share Image
“Brisbane is so sleepy, so slatternly, so sprawlingly unlovely… It is simply the most ordinary place in the world…It was so shabby and makeshift… — David Malouf Copy Share Image
“The hundred possibilities a situation contains may be more significant than the occurrence of any of them, and metaphor truer in the long run… — David Malouf Copy Share Image
“So these things happen, deep in our lives. We do not speak of them. We hide them even from ourselves, but they do not… — David Malouf Copy Share Image
“However the story is told and elaborated, the raw shame of it will be with him now til his last breath.” — David Malouf Copy Share Image
The earth's warmth under me, as I stretch out at night, is astonishing. It is like the warmth of another body that has absorbed… — David Malouf Copy Share Image
“I scoffed at such old fashioned notions as duty, patriotism, the military virtues. And here I was, aged fifty, standing on guard at the… — David Malouf Copy Share Image
Fiction, with its preference for what is small and might elsewhere seem irrelevant; its facility for smuggling us into another skin and allowing us… — David Malouf Copy Share Image
“She had given him up. That was the hard condition of his being and of all commerce between them.” — David Malouf Copy Share Image
