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Tim Winton Quotes about Art

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It's the pointless things that give your life meaning. Friendship, compassion, art, love. All of them pointless. But they're what keeps life from being meaningless.

It's the pointless things that give your life meaning. Friendship, compassion, art, love. All of them pointless. But they're what keeps life from being meaningless.

Art, Compassion, Giving

Ah, but you, Darkness, you know all this. I tell you night after night. Nothing will shock you. Maybe I go on at you in the hope that there's something beyond you. Some nights I sit here and talk and sob and stare out into the blackness thinking that if I look hard enough I'll see the light behind. But I stay out until the break of day, waiting, hoping, and there's only sunrise again.

Art, Night, Thinking

Tim Winton (2011). “In the Winter Dark”, p.108, Pan Macmillan

It's terrifying to think you can remember things you shouldn't possibly be able to. It's like that childhood fear of having your soul slip from your body in your sleep. The darkness, those black sheets of glass sliding over you, upping the pressure, pushing you through the time and space and story.

Art, Sleep, Thinking

Tim Winton (2011). “In the Winter Dark”, p.73, Pan Macmillan

It's dark already and I'm out here again, talking, telling the story to the quiet night.

Art, Dark, Night

Tim Winton (2011). “In the Winter Dark”, p.1, Pan Macmillan

I just sit here and tell the story as though I can't help it. There's always something in the day that reminds me, that sets me off all hot and guilty and scared and rambling and wistful, like I am now.

Art, Hot, Rambling

Tim Winton (2011). “In the Winter Dark”, p.1, Pan Macmillan

The night is full of stories. They float up like miasmas, as though the dead leave their dreams in the earth where you bury them, only to have them rise to meet you in sleep. Mostly the scenes are familiar, but sometimes everything is strange, the people unknown.

Dream, Art, Sleep

Tim Winton (2011). “In the Winter Dark”, p.73, Pan Macmillan

I never start with what lots of people think of as a subject or a theme. They're school words, not art words. So, writing essays busts my arse because the art is in addressing the subject. I find it really difficult and monstrously time-consuming. In an essay I need to employ my imagination but it's indentured in a way it's not when I'm free to make everything up.

Art, Writing, School

Source: www.readings.com.au

I liked books - the respite and privacy of them - books about plants and the formation of ice and the business of world wars. Whenever I sank into them I felt free.

Art, War, Book

Tim Winton (2009). “Breath”, p.60, Pan Macmillan

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