Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road To The Deep North Quotes
A good book ... leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.
What was a prisoner of war anyway? Less than a man, just material to be used to make the railway, like the teak sleepers and steel rails and dog spikes.
As they made their way to the coast, he bemoaned the hotel trade in the manner, Dorrigo felt, that those who love what they do bemoan their passion the most.
In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss.
The more people I am with, Dorrigo thought, the more alone I feel.
Virtue was vanity dressed up and waiting for applause.