Peter Carey

“I have traveled widely. I have seen this country in its infancy. I tell you what it will become. The public squares…

— Peter Carey

At the very end of a book I can manage to work for longer stretches, but mostly, making stuff up for three…

— Peter Carey

Being famous as a writer is like being famous in a village. It's not really any very heady fame.

— Peter Carey

It's not like I've got 100 ideas. I finish a book, and I've got none.

— Peter Carey

“Remember, this is the country of the duck-billed platypus. When you are cut off from the rest of the world, things are…

— Peter Carey

Australia is my lens. I cannot see the world any other way.

— Peter Carey

If you ever read one of my books I hope you'll think it looks so easy. In fact, I wrote those chapters…

— Peter Carey

I had known loneliness before, and emptiness upon the moor, but I had never been a NOTHING, a nothing floating on a…

— Peter Carey

I did not know that history is like a blood stain that keeps on showing on the wall no matter how many…

— Peter Carey

I think that thing about the destruction of the world is there all the time, it's there every day when we look…

— Peter Carey

“Your American, you wouldn't know if you were up yourself.”

— Peter Carey

“He were still smiling but his voice were hard as a spoon rattling in a metal cup.”

— Peter Carey

“Would you rather have the lords and nobles back? What is Democracy for? Not so we can rob each other. Or cheat.'…

— Peter Carey

“7. Some Theories that Arose at the Time 1. The world is merely a dream dreamt by god who is waking after…

— Peter Carey

I'm always the one with the activist friends. I've been an activist very little.

— Peter Carey

There are people that you don't like because you're jealous of them until you meet them. And you haven't read their book…

— Peter Carey

I would be the worst person on earth to be called to write an account of someone else's life.

— Peter Carey

“At the Annexe, at this early hour, I delete you, my darling, my beloved, with your wide soft mouth against my neck.…

— Peter Carey

One has to be able to twist and change and distort characters, play with them like clay, so everything fits together. Real…

— Peter Carey

“The seamen had whitewashed the smoky ceilings of the ward, and that dear homely smell carried the vividness of thatch and lumpy…

— Peter Carey

“She did not begin to tell real lies until Rosa was in hospital suffering that filthy rot that left her all eaten…

— Peter Carey

“And in it's magical pattern there was now a new element, a new glow, a cast of a golden colour which suffused…

— Peter Carey

“She thought: When we are two, they do not notice us. They think us a match. What wisdom does a mob have?…

— Peter Carey

I woke up in Australia almost every day for the first 47 years of my life. When I left, I didn't discard…

— Peter Carey

“after we ate we was silent on our blankets looking out across the mighty Great Divide I never seen this country before…

— Peter Carey