Christos Tsiolkas Quotes

Homesickness hits hardest in the middle of a crowd in a large, alien city.

Everything is fair in love and art.

He imagined forgiveness was like flying, that it made you soar. He imagined that it looked like an eagle, a silver bolt in the sky, that it was pure light.

Contemporary writers annoyed him, he found their worlds insular, their style too self-conscious and ironic. Theirs was not a literature that belonged to him.

I swooned again – I had that moment of falling in love with reading again.

I hope for what I always hope for as a writer: a critical but kind reader. I think that is what we all hope for.

It is gaol that finally reveals to me the beauty of Shakespeare, the spirit in his words, the jaw-dropping audacity of his language.