Elliot Perlman
Elliot Perlman
Elliot Perlmanis an Australian author and barrister. He has written three novels and one short story collection...
NationalityAustralian
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth7 May 1964
CountryAustralia
children adults used
I used to be a child. It came naturally to me. I was an adult for a time, too. That came less naturally.
memories hungry
[Memory] visits when it is hungry, not when you are.
jobs thinking people
Why did I start with them? Why do any of us choose one company over another as an employer? The money? At the beginning they all offer more or less the same and no one know how it will go after that. I guess it is often not so much your prospects at a particular firm, because these are essentially unknowable, but whether people will think you have done well to get the job there, that determines you choice. That was largely it in my case. It was really the prestige. They gave good letterhead.
writing night trying
Being an insomniac only slows me down. I try not to write at night, as I'm concerned that this will affect the quality.
writing holocaust aspiration
Combine a left-leaning upbringing with a family with direct experience of the Holocaust and someone with aspirations to write and I guess, sooner or later, that person will have a stab at writing something about the Holocaust.
age trying contentment
When you're younger, you tend to be reckless about trying to find out who you are and what you can do and should do. But as you get older you become more accepting of yourself, and with that comes greater contentment.
pain loss special
Hell is the special pain that dwells in that loss which you yourself have caused
children motivation book
At difficult times of my life, books have been an incredible comfort. When I was 12, I changed schools and my parents split up. It was then that I became addicted to reading. A great writer can attach themselves to your mind and heart, and you feel you understand the world better. As long as you have the capacity to read, you needn't be alone any more. I remember thinking as a child, "If I could give one person the comfort I keep getting from books, then I want to write."
confused light car
He sits in his car at traffic lights on his way out sometimes and tries to estimate how many times he has sat here, waiting at these traffic lights on his way somewhere without you, hoping to meet someone with the capacity to consign you to an anecdote, to be eventually confused with others
morning strong coffee
Charisma will sustain a relationship only in the way that strong coffee first thing in the morning will sustain a career.
imagination people feels
Perhaps people ought to feel with more imagination.
character thinking personality
The peculiar striations that define someone's personality are too numerous to know, no matter how close the observer. A person we think we know can suddenly become someone else when previously hidden strands of his character are called to the fore by circumstance.
morning wall hands
It's like the smell of burned toast. You made the toast. You looked forward to it. You even enjoyed making it, but it burned. What were you doing? Was it your fault? It doesn't matter anymore. You open the window, but only the very top layer of the smell goes away. The rest remains around you. It's the walls. You leave the room, but it's on your clothes. You change your clothes, but it's in your hair. It's on the thin skin on the tops of your hand. And in the morning, it's still there.
struggle matter born
What else is life from the time you were born but a struggle to matter, at least to someone?