What I'm saying so badly is we're bred now to believe we're in control and should be in control. Tim Winton More Quotes by Tim Winton More Quotes From Tim Winton Truly brave people accept that they may not see victory in their own lifetime. You just keep at it for the sake of those who come after you. You might not win but you stand a better chance by doing something. Tim Winton bravewinningpeople Surfers travelled and opened up and changed. It became more mainstream, less of a cult. And it diversified. On any given day in the water now I'll meet three generations of surfers, male and female, everyone sporting a different craft. I started surfing in the 60s and I can tell you it's infinitely more diverse. It might be more crowded but it's also more interesting. Tim Winton surfingwaterinteresting In Australia surfing was for the oiks. It was always rebellious. And sadly it was for a long time a bit unreflective and macho and anti-intellectual. Unlike other sports it was essentially a youth cult, like rock and roll. But like rock and roll its people grew up. Tim Winton rocksaustraliasports Doing nothing is making certain you lose. Which is just gutless. Tim Winton doing-nothinglosescertain Who wants to be reputable? That's for golfers and tycoons with a sleazy past. Tim Winton tycoonswantpast The notion that love is abroad in the world has shaped my life. Tim Winton notionlove-isworld People can make symbolic gestures but doesn't mean their life changes. One philanthropic moment doesn't make a life of renewal; of change. Tim Winton life-changingmeanpeople I don't consciously watch and file lived moments for my work. I have a couple of writer friends who do that and it creeps me out, to be honest. I know people think I must do that too, but I don't. But I do have a long memory. Tim Winton couplememoriesthinking I guess it must be a time-of-life thing, looking back and trying to make some sense of who I am and where I've been. It's a weird thing, having to give an account of yourself, to try to make sense of yourself for yourself. I'm not that old, but I have been writing fiction professionally for a long time now. I started so young and went so hard for so long. And I guess it was about feeling I had the space to look over my shoulder. Tim Winton who-i-amspacewriting It is always amusing to me and delightful of course that my books sell so well in America and other parts of the world. I can't imagine what people must think as they read my books in Poland. Or in Hebrew and Greek. People are reading all the stories which are about bits of Western Australia. Tim Winton readingbookthinking We are all part of that global traffic and I think that the effort to make yourself understood and to be not a problem for anyone or to hide your own particuarly is a mistake. I think people will and do value individuality. Tim Winton mistakepeoplethinking Being afreaid proves you're alive and awake. Tim Winton awakeprovealive I was in my thirties before I learnt that I too would prefer not to see what I could no longer have Tim Winton The desert is a spiritual place, we vaguely understand, and the sea the mere playground of our hedonism. Tim Winton naturespiritualsea Will you look at us by the river! The whole restless mob of us on spread blankets in the dreamy briny sunshine skylarking and chiacking about for one day, one clear, clean, sweet day in a good world in the midst of our living. Yachts run before an unfelt gust with bagnecked pelicans riding above them, the city their twitching backdrop, all blocks and points of mirror light down to the water's edge. Tim Winton blockrunningsweet People are fools, not monsters Tim Winton foolmonsterspeople It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy. Tim Winton flirtingtoo-muchthinking 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. Tim Winton dreamsleepart And the sun on the wall of her room, the block of sun with all the tiny flying things in it. When she was little she thought they were the souls of dead insects, still buzzing in the light. Tim Winton wallblocklight
