I expect we are all jealous of the women in their past, but how much less exciting if the women had not kept the bed warm. Patrick White More Quotes by Patrick White More Quotes From Patrick White Life is full of alternatives but no choice. Patrick White alternatives choices life-is To understand the stars would spoil their appearance. Patrick White spoil stars appearance If truth is not acceptable, it becomes the imagination of others. Patrick White acceptable truth-is imagination She would have liked to sit upon a rock and listen to words, not of any man, but detached, mysterious, poetic words that she alone would interpret through some sense inherited from sleep. Patrick White rocks sleep men Because he had nothing to hide, he did perhaps appear to have forfeited a little of his strength. But that is the irony of honesty. Patrick White irony honesty littles She had begun to read in the beginning as a protection from the frightening and unpleasant things. She continued because, apart from the story, literature brought with it a kind of gentility for which she craved. Patrick White kind literature stories If I have not lost my mind I can sometimes hear it preparing to defect Patrick White mind lost sometimes I think it is impossible to explain faith. It is like trying to explain air, which one cannot do by dividing it into its component parts and labeling them scientifically. It must be breathed to be understood. Patrick White think faith impossible trying My father and mother were second cousins, though they did not meet till shortly before their marriage. Patrick White meet marriage mother father As a result of the asthma I was sent to school in the country, and only visited Sydney for brief, violently asthmatic sojourns on my way to a house we owned in the Blue Mountains. Patrick White mountains blue way school Probably induced by the asthma, I started reading and writing early on, my literary efforts from the age of about nine running chiefly to poetry and plays. Patrick White poetry reading age writing In spite of holidays when I was free to visit London theatres and explore the countryside, I spent four very miserable years as a colonial at an English school. Patrick White holidays free miserable school When I was rising eighteen I persuaded my parents to let me return to Australia and at least see whether I could adapt myself to life on the land before going up to Cambridge. Patrick White parents myself me life I developed the habit of writing novels behind a closed door, or at my uncle's, on the dining table. Patrick White door uncle habit writing Even if a university should turn out to be another version of a school, I had decided I could lose myself afterwards as an anonymous particle of the London I already loved. Patrick White loved lose myself school In fact I enjoyed every minute of my life at King's, especially the discovery of French and German literature. Patrick White king my-life literature life I continued writing the bad plays which fortunately nobody would produce, just as no one did me the unkindness of publishing my early novels. Patrick White nobody bad me writing I left for New York expecting to repeat my success, only to be turned down by almost every publisher in that city, till the Viking Press, my American publishers of a lifetime, thought of taking me on. Patrick White city down me success Then about 1951 I began writing again, painfully, a novel I called in the beginning A Life Sentence on Earth, but which developed into The Tree of Man. Patrick White beginning man tree life
