“They walked on rather aimlessly. He hoped she wouldn't notice he was touched, because he wouldn't have known how to explain why. Here lay the great discrepancy between aesthetic truth and sleazy reality.” — Patrick White Copy Share Image
“At times his arrogance did resolve itself into simplicity, though it was difficult, especially for strangers, to distinguish these occasions.” — Patrick White Copy Share Image
I developed the habit of writing novels behind a closed door, or at my uncle's, on the dining table. — Patrick White Copy Share Image
“There are moments when the eyes flow into each other. Then the souls are wrapped around each other across a distance” — Patrick White Copy Share Image
“The worst thing about love between human beings is that when you are prepared to love them they don't want it; when they do… — Patrick White Copy Share Image
In fact I enjoyed every minute of my life at King's, especially the discovery of French and German literature. — Patrick White Copy Share Image
Because he had nothing to hide, he did perhaps appear to have forfeited a little of his strength. But that is the irony of… — Patrick White Copy Share Image
She would have liked to sit upon a rock and listen to words, not of any man, but detached, mysterious, poetic words that she… — Patrick White Copy Share Image
“Superficially my war was a comfortable exercise in futility carried out in a grand Scottish hotel amongst the bridge players and swillers of easy-come-by… — Patrick White Copy Share Image
My father and mother were second cousins, though they did not meet till shortly before their marriage. — Patrick White Copy Share Image
Then about 1951 I began writing again, painfully, a novel I called in the beginning A Life Sentence on Earth, but which developed into… — Patrick White Copy Share Image
“Where have you been, Theodora?," Mrs Goodman asked. "Walking, Mother." "And whom did you see?" Mrs Goodman flung her grammar like a stone. "I… — Patrick White Copy Share Image
