Fatal human malice is the staple of narrators, original sin the mother-fluid of historians. But it is a risky enterprise to have… — Thomas Keneally Copy Share Image
In a way Australia is like Catholicism. The company is sometimes questionable and the landscape is grotesque. But you always come back. — Thomas Keneally Copy Share Image
“She yawns for men and not with her mouth. She weeps for men and not with her eyes. She drinks men down, she is… — Thomas Keneally Copy Share Image
“If Frau Rasch, in the last and fullest days of her husband’s power in Brno, had idly—during a party, say; a musical recital at… — Thomas Keneally Copy Share Image
Um, what I found though about the Christian Brothers is this: that they were certainly muscular. — Thomas Keneally Copy Share Image
So I was very close to ordination. I was delighted to be ordained a deacon, which is the last step between, before becoming a… — Thomas Keneally Copy Share Image
“He [Rabbi Menasha Levartov] was one of those men who, even in the years of peace, would have advised his congregation that while God… — Thomas Keneally Copy Share Image
“Paradox is beloved of novelists. The despised savior, the humane whore, the selfish man suddenly munificent, the wise fool, and the cowardly hero. Most… — Thomas Keneally Copy Share Image
“We humbly beg your kind applause,” murmured Mary Brenham, with a creative frown that reminded Ralph of Betsey Alicia and made him sharply aware… — Thomas Keneally Copy Share Image
“In the mind of a true snob there are certain limited criteria to denote the value of human existence. Jimmie's criteria were: home, hearth,… — Thomas Keneally Copy Share Image
