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Richard Flanagan QUOTES

Richard Flanagan QUOTES

1 " 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

2 " A good book ... leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul. "

― Richard Flanagan , The Narrow Road to the Deep North

3 " A good book, he had concluded, leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul. Such books were for him rare and, as he aged, rarer. Still he searched, one more Ithaca for which he was forever bound. "

― Richard Flanagan , The Narrow Road to the Deep North

4 " What was a prisoner of war anyway? Less than a man, just material to be used to make the railway, like the teak sleepers and steel rails and dog spikes. "

― Richard Flanagan , The Narrow Road to the Deep North

5 " Men's lives are not progressions, as conventionally rendered in history paintings, nor are they a series of facts that may be enumerated & in their proper order understood. Rather they are a series of transformations, some immediate & shocking, some so slow as to be imperceptible, yet so complete & horrifying that at the end of his life a man may search his memory in vain for a moment of correspondence between his self in his dotage & him in his youth. "

― Richard Flanagan , Gould's Book of Fish: A Novel in Twelve Fish

6 " Rough work with a soul will always be open to all, including condemnation & reviling, while fine work housing emptiness is closed to all insults & is easily ivied over with paid praises "

― Richard Flanagan , Gould's Book of Fish: A Novel in Twelve Fish

7 " -to judge us all through the machine of the Commandant's monstrous fictions! As though they were the truth! As though history & the written word were friends, rather than adversaries! "

― Richard Flanagan , Gould's Book of Fish: A Novel in Twelve Fish

8 " Tracker Marks was of a different opinion. Though he seemed more white than a white man, he had no time for their ways. For him his dress, his deportment was no different than staying downwind in the shadows of trees when hunting, blending into the world of those he hunted, rather than standing out from it. Once he had excelled at the emu dance & the kangaroo dance; then his talent led him to the whitefella dance, only now no-one was left of his tribe to stand around the fire & laugh & praise his talent for observation & stealthy imitation.

The whites have no law, he told Capois Death, no dreaming. Their way of life made no sense whatsoever. Still, he did not hate them or despise them. They were stupid beyond belief, but they had a power, & somehow their stupidity & their power were, in Tracker Marks’s mind, inextricably connected. But how? he asked Capois Death. How can power & ignorance sleep together? Questions to which Capois Death had no answer. "

― Richard Flanagan

9 " Because courage, survival, love—all these things didn’t live in one man. They lived in them all or they died and every man with them; they had come to believe that to abandon one man was to abandon themselves. "

― Richard Flanagan , The Narrow Road to the Deep North

10 " As they made their way to the coast, he bemoaned the hotel trade in the manner, Dorrigo felt, that those who love what they do bemoan their passion the most. "

― Richard Flanagan , The Narrow Road to the Deep North

11 " But what reality was ever made by realists? "

― Richard Flanagan , The Narrow Road to the Deep North

12 " The tourists had money and we needed it; they only asked in return to be lied to and deceived and told that single most important thing, that they were safe, that their sense of security—national, individual, spiritual—wasn’t a bad joke being played on them by a bored and capricious destiny. To be told that there was no connection between then and now, that they didn't need to wear a black armband or have a bad conscience about their power and their wealth and everybody else’s lack of it; to feel rotten that no-one could or would explain why the wealth of a few seemed so curiously dependent on the misery of the many. We kindly pretended that it was about buying and selling chairs, about them asking questions about price and heritage, and us replying in like manner.

But it wasn’t about price and heritage, it wasn’t about that at all.

The tourists had insistent, unspoken questions and we just had to answer as best we could, with forged furniture. They were really asking, 'Are we safe?' and we were really replying, 'No, but a barricade of useless goods may help block the view.' And because hubris is not just an ancient Greek word but a human sense so deep-seated we might better regard it as an unerring instinct, they were also wanting to know, 'If it is our fault, then will we suffer?' and we were really replying, 'Yes, and slowly, but a fake chair may make us both feel better about it. "

― Richard Flanagan , Gould's Book of Fish: A Novel in Twelve Fish

13 " The idea of the past is as useless as the idea of the future. Both could be invoked by anybody about anything. There is never any more beauty than there is now. There is no more joy or sorrow or wonder than there is now, nor perfection, nor any more evil nor any more good than there is now. "

― Richard Flanagan , Gould's Book of Fish: A Novel in Twelve Fish

14 " To be fair to them, they were only after something that walled them off from the past and from people in general, not something that offered any connection that might prove painful or human. Thet wanted stories, I came to realise, in which they were already imprisoned, not stories in which they appeared along with the storyteller, accomplices in escaping. "

― Richard Flanagan , Gould's Book of Fish: A Novel in Twelve Fish

15 " Perhaps reading and writing books is one of the last defences human dignity has left, because in the end they remind us of what God once reminded us before He too evaporated in this age of relentless humiliations—that we are more than ourselves; that we have souls. "

― Richard Flanagan , Gould's Book of Fish: A Novel in Twelve Fish

16 " All life is only allegory and the real story is not here... "

― Richard Flanagan

17 " It was as if life could be shown but never explained, and words - all the words that did not say things directly - were for him the most truthful. "

― Richard Flanagan

18 " Why at the beginning of things is there always light? Dorrigo Evans' earliest memories were of sun flooding a church hall in which he sat with his mother and grandmother. A wooden church hall. Blinding light and him toddling back and forth, in and out of its transcendent welcome, into the arms of women. Women who loved him. Like entering the sea and returning to the beach. Over and over. "

― Richard Flanagan , The Narrow Road to the Deep North

19 " In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss. "

― Richard Flanagan , The Narrow Road to the Deep North

20 " In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss. To hold a gesture, a smell, a smile was to cast it as one fixed thing, a plaster death mask, which as soon as it was touched crumbled in his figures back into dust. "

― Richard Flanagan , The Narrow Road to the Deep North