“I've given you a power over me that you do not deserve.” WisdomInspiring Book:The Lost Man Source: The Lost Man
“His own naivety taunted him like a flicker of madness.” MadnessInnocenceInsanityNaivety Author:Jane Harper
“Falk realized he felt cheated. He'd left it too long to slay the beast, and over time it had shriveled and wasted until it was no longer a fair fight.” MetaphorSympathyExistentialPacifism Book:The Dry Source: The Dry
“The the street was quiet again. Country quiet. That's partly what took city natives like the Whitlams by surprise, Falk thought: the quiet. He could understand them seeking out the idyllic country lifestyle, a lot of people did. The idea had an enticing, wholesome glow when it was weighed out from the back of a traffic jam, or while crammed into a gardenless apartment. They all had the same visions of breathing fresh clean air and knowing their neighbors. The kids would eat home-grown veggies and learn the value of an honest day's work. On arrival, as the empty moving truck disappeared form sight, they looked around and were always taken aback by the crushing vastness of the open land. The space was the thing that hit them first. There was so much of it. There was enough to drown in. To look out and see not another soul between you and the horizon could be a strange and disturbing sight. Soon, they discovered that the veggies didn't grow as willingly as they had in the city window box. That every single green shoot had to be coaxed and prized from the reluctant soil, and the neighbors were too busy doing the same on an industrial scale to muster much cheer in their greetings. There was no daily bumper-to-bumper commute, but there was also nowhere much to drive to. Falk didn't blame the Whitlams, he'd seen it many times before when he was a kid. The arrivals looked around at the barrenness and the scale and the sheer bloody hardness of the land, and before long their faces all said exactly the same thing. "I didn't know it was like this." He turned away, remembering how the rawness of local life had seeped into the kids' paintings at the school. Sad faces and brown landscapes.” Rural LifeHomesteading Book:The Dry Source: The Dry
“They all had the same visions of breathing fresh, clean air and knowing their neighbors. The kids would eat homegrown veggies and learn the value of an honest day's work.” Small TownFarm LifeAustralian Literature Book:The Dry Source: The Dry
“It was a long day, and the evening felt later than it was.” TirednessLong Days Book:The Dry Source: The Dry