Love is a glimpse of hope. To love is to hope. When we abandon hope, we cease to exist. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
“Love is public,... or it’s not love. Love is shared with others or it dies.” — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
Of all the love stories ever published, I have - realistically - read very few. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
I love words because you can only live one life, but in a novel, you can live a thousand: you contain multitudes. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
Love is the scent of a sleeping back, death a slight draft of bad breath. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
Family matters, friends matter, love matters. Those you love and who love you matter. That's what writing does - it allows you… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
Love stories seek to demonstrate the great truth of love: that we discover eternity in a moment that dies immediately after. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
I had long wanted to write a love story, and I had long - wisely, I felt - shirked the challenge because… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
If war illuminates love, love offers the possibility of allowing some light to be brought back out of the shadows. It's almost… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
We like love - we love love - but perhaps its only meaning lies in its ubiquitous meaninglessness. We apprehend it, we… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
What is missed when people talk about books is the moment of grace when the reader creates the book, lends it the… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
War stories deal in death. War illuminates love, while love is the greatest expression of hope, without which any story rings untrue… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
I love all forms of music. I even like music I dislike, because the music you dislike is like going to a… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
I think all novels are contemporary. When people went to see 'Antony-Cleopatra' at the Globe in the 16th century, they were not… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
“...& she, armed with both & abandoning the joys of reason that had meant so much to her as well as me,… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
“Because in the end history—like the Berlin Wall—shapes people, had shaped her, but would not in the end determine her, because in… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
“... and she would know that love is not goodness, and nor is it happiness… For Amy, love was the universe touching,… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
Most of us have loved. And the terror for a writer is that readers will forgive you so much, but they won't… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
Murder and hate are as deeply buried in the human heart as love, perhaps more so, and in truth they're rather entwined,… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
I went to study at Oxford University in the 1980s on an imperial scholarship instituted by Cecil Rhodes. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
Writing is not lying, nor is it theft. It is a journey and search for transparency between one’s words and one’s soul. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
In reading, you sense the divine: the things that are larger and greater and more mysterious than yourself. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
Within white Australia, there was a growing movement for what was known as reconciliation - a movement that peaked with millions marching in 2000… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
In 1995, the Paul Keating Labor government commissioned an inquiry into the forcible removal of Aboriginal children. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
Murder and hate are as deeply buried in the human heart as love, perhaps more so, and in truth they're rather entwined, and if… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
My father was the first to read in his family, and he said to me that words were the first beautiful thing he ever… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
I grew up in a world that was clannish - old Tasmanian-Irish families with big extended families. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
If 30 Australians drowned in Sydney Harbour, it would be a national tragedy. But when 30 or more refugees drown off the Australian coast,… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
The enslavement, humiliation, torture, and ultimate destruction of thousands upon thousands of human beings for a project for which there was ultimately no purpose… — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
In Tasmania, an island the size of Ireland whose primeval forests astonished 19th-century Europeans, an incomprehensible ecological tragedy is being played out. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
You have to attempt to find new forms that will force you to write freshly and better and hopefully more truthfully. — Richard Flanagan Copy Share Image
