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1 " At home, my mother dabbed at her brow with a wet flannel she kept in the fridge for that purpose. "
― Peter Goldsworthy , Maestro
2 " A constant flickering confetti of butterflies showered the town of Darwin. Designer insects, I think of them now: there was something enormously wasteful, extravagant even, about the profusion of patterns and shapes and brilliant colours. "
3 " Even our garden lawn—most domesticated of foliage—needed mowing again almost as soon as it was done … like some lush, green five o’clock shadow. "
4 " We must know when to move on. To search too long for perfection can also paralyse. "
5 " Only the second-rate never make mistakes. "
6 " I never hear you practice."He smiled: "Only those who are dirty need to wash. "
7 " Can I know that mine was a foolish, innocent world, a world of delusion and feeling and ridiculous dreams - a world of music - and still love it?Endlessly, effortlessly. "
8 " I smiled, but internally, unseen, using no visible facial muscles. "
9 " I could set from memory a replica of the perfect Still Life she laid out on the table each morning: the carefully folded Advertiser, the two canary yellow hemispheres of grapefruit in their bowls, separated by a more richly yellowed cube of butter; the sky blue milk-jug and matching sugar bowl filled to the brim with their differently textured whitenesses; the pot of tea snug in its knitted navy blue cosy, the steam that rose invisibly from its spout suddenly rendered visible, swirling, where it entered the slanting morning light. "
10 " My affection for you does not depend on those small things.’Affection? To hear him admit it, to actually utter words of love, however understated, astonished me. "