“Writing isn’t my life…it’s a lovely part of my life... but it’s not my life. My life is family, friends, fishing, food…things like reading and painting and all the rest of it, and you can’t really prioritize when you’re involved… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
“She had debated, in the frivolity of the beginning, whether to build a hole or a tower; a hole, because she was fond of… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
A family can be the bane of one's existence. A family can also be most of the meaning of one's existence. I don't know… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
I am in limbo, and in limbo there are no races, no prizes, no changes, no chances. There are merely degrees of endurance, and… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
I have faced Death. I have been caught in the wild weed tangles of Her hair, seen the gleam of her jade eyes. I… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
Wars of small kingdoms and forgotten lands, what do chessmen dream of in the dark? — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
The company you keep at death is, of all things, most dependent on chance. — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
The smarter you are, the more you know, the less reason you have to trust or love or confide. — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
“They were nothing more than people, by themselves. Even paired, any pairing, they would have been nothing more than people by themselves. But all… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
“The childhood years are the best years of your life… Whoever coined that was an unmitigated fuckwit, a bullshit artist supreme. Life gets better… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
I am not a person to say the words out loud I think them strongly, or let them hunger from the page: know it… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
Through poverty, godhunger, the family debacle, I kept a sense of worth. I could limn and paint like no-one else in this human-wounded land:… — Keri Hulme Copy Share Image
