WINTON, TIM

WINTON, TIM

Everything we do in this country is still overborne and underwritten by the seething tumult of nature.

WINTON, TIM

WINTON, TIM – Breath

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.

WINTON, TIM - Breath

WINTON, TIM – A Coastal Memoir

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.

WINTON, TIM - A Coastal Memoir

WINTON, TIM – A Coastal Memoir

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.

WINTON, TIM - A Coastal Memoir

WINTON, TIM

People do change – individuals, families, nations – and the pace of transformation need not be geological.

WINTON, TIM

WINTON, TIM

It’s impossible to imagine what Australia would be like without surfing.

WINTON, TIM

WINTON, TIM – A Coastal Memoir

The ocean is a supreme metaphor for change. I expect the unexpected but am never fully prepared.

WINTON, TIM - A Coastal Memoir

WINTON, TIM

When you’re surfing you’re not thinking about where you parked the car or what you’re going to do when you grow up or what you’re going to buy when you’ve got lots of money. You know, you’re just there. You’re in the moment. And I think in a contemporary world, that’s a rare privilege.

WINTON, TIM