Steven Herrick Quotes

My father said to remember your enemies as well as your friends, and don't trust either of them.

I work hard in the orchard, not for the money anymore, but for something I can't explain. Something worth more than money.

She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.

After the war I was going to make up for lost time. But the time I spent away, it's still lost. No matter what I do, it stays lost.

Men walk through tragedy, quietly, calm and precise on the outside, tearing themselves to shreds inside.

I'm drinking away the exam results that don't take me anywhere.

He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.

I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.

Two Arts degrees does not a life make.

Jack reads too many books. He thinks we're going to drive all year and have great adventures.

I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.

He walks through the house of his past, hoping he'll find the right door, hoping he'll find the key.

I know that today, with a full tank, and with Annabel, that it's time to go.

Our great adventure ran out of petrol and stopped on this farm.

She didn't have an answer for that. People like her only ever have questions.

As I stood on the lonely backroad, I'm sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing ...

I walked out of his room sure I'd said the right thing maybe not as a father but as a Dad. I'd said the right thing, for once in my life.

And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.

I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays.

I've tried praying. It gives me comfort. But not as much as a cup of tea and a ginger nut biscuit.

So, we skipped Annabel, and discussed condoms. I said I liked the orange ones, and we ended our talk in laughter.

Her body begs to be taken away and put into a warm bed with the sheets pulled high, even though nothing can help now.

I'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.

It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.

I tell him about ... Jack and Annabel, smart and ready and I'm wondering where all that smart comes from and I figure some from parents, some from school, and some from a place inside you.

Nobody in school is stronger than me. But when Sally Holmes kissed me, I never felt so weak in all my life.

Pretty girls kissed me on victory day, their lips soft red petals brushing my face.