Quotes by Kate Morton

About Kate Morton:

Kate Morton is an Australian author, who has enjoyed domestic and international success with her novels The House at Riverton, The Forgotten Garden and The Distant Hours. Morton's most recent novel, The Secret Keeper, was published in 2012.
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I don’t have many friends, not the living, breathing sort at any rate. And I don’t mean that in a sad and lonely way; I’m just not the type of person who accumulates friends or enjoys crowds. I’m good with words, but not spoken kind; I’ve o...

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My fingers positively itched to drift at length along their spines, to arrive at one whose lure I could not pass, to pluck it down, to inch it open, then to close my eyes and inhale the soul-sparking scent of old and literate dust.

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They were young; time hadn't yet rubbed at them, polishing their differences and sharpening their opinions...

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It was the sibling thing, I suppose. I was fascinated by the intricate tangle of love and duty and resentment that tied them together. The glances they exchanged; the complicated balance of power established over decades; the games I would never play...

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it was enough just to free the words so that the voices in her head were stilled.

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No two people will ever see or feel things in the same way, Merry. The challenge is to be truthful when you write. Don't approximate. Don't settle for the easiest combination of words. Go searching instead for those that explain exactly what you thin...

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The prospect of an early death sits differently upon each person. In some it gifts maturity far outweighing their age and experience: calm acceptance blossoms into a beautiful nature and soft countenance. In others, however, it leads to the formation...

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To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness.

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The world was an awfully large place and it wasn't easy to find a person who'd gone missing sixty years earlier, even if that person was oneself.

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Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her grandmother's head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was it always this way? Did those with passage booked on de...

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Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other.

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She'd slept terribly the night before. The room, the bed, were both comfortable enough, but she'd been plagued with strange dreams, the sort that lingered upon waking but slithered away from memory as she tried to grasp them. Only the tendrils of dis...

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Mother didn't understand that children aren't frightened by stories; that their lives are full of far more frightening things than those contained in fairy tales.

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She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation.

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Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

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Will history remember us, I wonder? I do hope so - to imagine that one might do something, touch an event somehow, & thereby transcend the bounds of a single human lifetime!

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That was the nature of history, of course: notional, partial, unknowable, a record made by the victors.

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Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.

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Then he led her to sit by him on a fallen gum trunk, smooth and white, and he leaned to whisper in her ear. Transferred the secret he and her mother had kept for seventeen years. Waited for the flicker of recognition, the minute shift in expression a...

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His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story.

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You make a life out of what you have, not what you're missing.

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Author Bio

  • NameKate Morton
  • DescriptionAustralian novelist
  • Born1976
  • CountryAustralia
  • ProfessionWoman Of Letters