Joan Lindsay Quotes

Irma, a few feet behind the other two, saw them suddenly halt, swaying a little, with heads bent and hands pressed to their breasts as if to steady themselves against a gale.

Everything, if you could only see it clearly enough, like this, is beautiful and complete. Everything has its own perfection.

The immediate impact of its soaring peaks induced a silence so impregnated with its powerful presence that even Edith was struck dumb.

Any artist is insulted by the suggestion that art is merely a matter of recording reality, and knows that it is impossible to explain how imagination can transform not only events and people, but the artist as well, into quite different "realities".