It's the pointless things that give your life meaning. Friendship, compassion, art, love. All of them pointless. But they're what keeps life from being meaningless.— Tim Winton
The most risky Tim Winton quotes that are easy to memorize and remember
For every moment the sea is peace and relief, there is another when it shivers and stirs to become chaos. It's just as ready to claim as it is to offer.
We rise to a challenge and set a course.
We take a decision. You put your mind to something. Just deciding to do it gets you halfway there. Daring to try.
The desert is a spiritual place, we vaguely understand, and the sea the mere playground of our hedonism.
I came home at dusk with my ears ringing from the quiet.
Overfishing is an obvious threat to our capacity to feed ourselves.
I just sit here and tell the story as though I can't help it.
There's always something in the day that reminds me, that sets me off all hot and guilty and scared and rambling and wistful, like I am now.
Hunting and gathering are in my blood.
But I've lived long enough to witness a diminution in the seas, and to notice a fragility where once I saw - or assumed - an endless bounty.
Surviving is the strongest memory I have; the sense of having walked on water.
When I was a girl I had this strong feeling that I didn't belong anywhere,.
.. It was in my head, what I thought and dreamt, what I believed..., that's where I belonged, that was my country.
Every great moment of social change was once a confirmed impossibility.
People's determination in the face of overwhelming odds has, time and again, triumphed over what seems impossible. This is what you tell yourself.
The beachcomber goes looking for trouble, everything he finds is a sign of trouble. The writer is the same; without trouble he has nothing to work with, so he picks over the tide line, over the bits and pieces of people's lives with grim fascination.
For a while Australians were desperately trying to be cosmopolitan.
I think it is a pointless exercise. Australian novels are those rooted in Australia, with Australian landscapes and colours. My work has always had bits of Western Australia in it. It is always here. The world comes to us.
It's sadness coming on like the old days, the vast seamless hopeless weight of sadness looking for a place to rest.
Surfers are the canaries down the mine.
Those of us who surf spend more time than anyone soaking in whatever the sea has become. We're suspended in consequences, you might say.
Humour is God's special gift to humanity. Handy, because it turns out to be necessary.
It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.
Surfing is one of the most joyful pursuits a human can take up.
But there's no joy in a deadzone. If you've ever surfed in turds and medical waste you don't want to repeat the experience.
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.
Nothing is as daunting as the threats associated with global warming.
That's the biggie. Everyone bangs on about rising sea levels but the real challenge of a warming planet is ocean acidification. An acid ocean spells the end of life on earth.
I liked books - the respite and privacy of them - books about plants and the formation of ice and the business of world wars. Whenever I sank into them I felt free.
Australia was once a leader in taking global warming seriously.
The former PM [Kevin Rudd] called it 'greatest moral challenge of our time'. But in the past couple of years the national consensus has been eroded and Australians are being encouraged by the polluters and their mates in Parliament to forget it was ever mentioned. It's heartbreaking.
Somewhere a bicycle bell rings. Somewhere else there's a war on. Somewhere else people turn to shadows and powder in an instant and the streets turn to funnels and light the sky with their burning. Somewhere a war is over.
Wherever I went I felt like the last person awake in a room full of sleepers
The health of our seas determines the future of humanity.
Yet however comforting and peaceful beach-combing is, it ends up like the sea, as disturbing as it is reassuring. In dark moments I believe that walking on a beach at low tide is to be looking for death, or at least anticipating it. You will only find the dead, the spilled and the cast-off. Things torn free of their life or their place.
I don't think it's people's utterances that limit the writing.
It's the activity itself. It's actually pretty hard to convey to someone who's not a surfer. The sensation is the thing. And it's tough to describe without resorting to clichés or mystical nonsense.
The notion that love is abroad in the world has shaped my life.
Doing nothing is making certain you lose. Which is just gutless.
It's dark already and I'm out here again, talking, telling the story to the quiet night.
I wanted to be a writer all my life. Since I was 10. And then at a certain point I began to assume I was one, which is rich, I know. I didn't meet a writer until I was nearly an adult, so I had no idea what I'd bet the farm on.
And though I've lived to be an old man with my very own share of happiness for all the mess I made, I still judge every joyous moment, every victory and revelation against those few seconds of living.
I never start with what lots of people think of as a subject or a theme.
They're school words, not art words. So, writing essays busts my arse because the art is in addressing the subject. I find it really difficult and monstrously time-consuming. In an essay I need to employ my imagination but it's indentured in a way it's not when I'm free to make everything up.
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.
Whether you're in the water staring up at a looming set or standing in front of 15000 people at a demo, you have to manufacture some courage and a sense of optimism in order to get through the moment, the day, the rest of your life.
Whatever you believe, you need faith to get through the day.
Past tense offers authority, distance, and present tense offers emotional immediacy.
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.
I can't make something 'useful' to me in a writing sense for a very long time.
I don't have any journalistic instinct. And I do keep a journal, but it's neither very revealing nor fruitful for work. Stuff just bubbles up from the swamp later.
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.
It is hard for me to speak of themes.
I like the reader to do that. Otherwise it feels like writing a 3rd grade essay on someone else's work.
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.
The end of the world begins in the sea we love.
People are fools, not monsters
There is nowhere else I'd rather be, nothing else I would prefer to be doing.
I am at the beach looking west with the continent behind me as the sun tracks down to the sea. I have my bearings.
The blank page doesn't bother me. It's the voice in my head (not always my own) that gives me the yips. It's worse when I'm not making stuff up.
It's terrifying to think you can remember things you shouldn't possibly be able to. It's like that childhood fear of having your soul slip from your body in your sleep. The darkness, those black sheets of glass sliding over you, upping the pressure, pushing you through the time and space and story.
Being afreaid proves you're alive and awake.
I eat green ants often enough. They are wonderful. The trick is to squash them before you eat them, otherwise they bite your tongue and it ruins the experience.
It's impossible to imagine what Australia would be like without surfing.