I'm full of restlessness. Not lonely, exactly - my head is racing with ideas. But it is that old treacherous feeling that… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
Well, I'm at some kind of crossroads in my life and I don't know which way to take. It's not about money,… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
I tell you one thing that makes me feel I haven't wasted my life, and that is I've got some grandchildren. You… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
There's only one thing I know what to do, so I'm pretty much otherwise unemployable. The idea that you can make a… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
Writers seem to me to be people who need to retire from social life and do a lot of thinking about what's… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
It's a terrific privilege to be able to see into somebody else's life. — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
Life's fairly excruciating. Painful things happen. Every now and then, you drag yourself out of the stream and stand on the bank… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
That's the best thing that's ever happened to me, bar none, is having grandchildren and living by them and being part of… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
Tentatively I stood a great lump of wood on the chopping block and bought the axe down on it. It flew into two perfect… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
To slide into the domed reading room at ten each morning, specially in summer, off the hot street outside, was a sensation as delicious… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
“But I’ve been reading A Very Easy Death, about Simone de Beauvoir’s mother dying of cancer – it’s just brilliant. It really helped me.’… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
“The two big cities of Australia are tonally as distinct from each other as Boston is from L.A. or Lyon from Marseilles.” — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
It's much more interesting for me to think that taking a chunk of experience and mushing it up together with other things that are… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
On Melbourne summer mornings the green trams go rolling in stately progress down tunnels thick with leaves: the bright air carries along the avenue… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
It's disturbing at my age to look at a young woman's destructive behaviour and hear the echoes of it, of one's own destructiveness in… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
I just... my childhood seems, when I look back, to be largely composed of reading, lying on the bed. I mean, my mother was… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
I'm full of restlessness. Not lonely, exactly - my head is racing with ideas. But it is that old treacherous feeling that real life… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
“I realised I had a stream of thoughts about him which ran for the most part below conscious level. I noticed jets spurting up… — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
“It was early summer. And everything, as it always does, began to heave and change.” — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
