Achilles too staggered a moment. He felt his soul change colour. Blood pooled at his feet, and though he continued to stand upright and triumphant in the sun, his spirit set off on its own downward path and approached the… — 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
