Patrick White

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In 1964, submerged by the suburbs reaching farther into the country, we left Castle Hill, and moved into the centre of the city.

In fact I enjoyed every minute of my life at King's, especially the discovery of French and German literature.

I think it is impossible to explain faith. It is like trying to explain air, which one cannot do by dividing it into its component parts and labeling them scientifically. It must be breathed to be understood.

When I was rising eighteen I persuaded my parents to let me return to Australia and at least see whether I could adapt myself to life on the land before going up to Cambridge.

I have tried to celebrate the park, which means so much to so many of us, in The Eye of the Storm and in some of the shorter novels of The Cockatoos.

At this period of my life I was in love with the theatre and was in and out of it three or four nights of the week.