The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.
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Nationality: Australian Type: Novelist Born: November 7, 1942 |
Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him.
I hadn't been free from adult responsibilities since I was 12, and I needed to experience that. I really needed to just be a kid again.