Justin Cartwright Quotes & Sayings

Cobbles are enormously evocative, like the scent of forgotten objects and remembered melodies. — Justin Cartwright

Ideas and creeds are represented as unheeding stones as the ends of human longing. — Justin Cartwright

The plane touches down on very rough ground: its wheelbarrow wheels bounce and one set of wings rises alarmingly while the other dips. Now the Masai and the plane are converging. It's a magnificent shot: the Masai run, run, run, run; because of the optics it is dreamlike. The little plane bounces, shudders, slews and finally makes lasting contact with the ground. At exactly the right moment, as the plane comes to a halt, the Masai warriors, in a highly agitated state, reach the plane, and the camera closes on the pilot, whose face as he removes his leather flying helmet and goggles, appears just above the bobbing red ochre composition of plaited hair and fat-shone bodies. It is Mel Gibson, with a grave expression, which can't quite suppress his unruly Aussieness. — Justin Cartwright

It's as though a smile is ageless, or perhaps eternal, independent of the decay and collapse of the surrounding features. — Justin Cartwright

It's as though your life, on some measures, is validated by the amount of fucking and heartbreaking you have been involved in and also by the number of breasts and clitorises and cocks and inner thighs and mouths you have travelled intimately. — Justin Cartwright

I think all women believe adultery is a betrayal of themselves as women, while many men, in my experience, think of it as an endorsement of their true natures. — Justin Cartwright

That song is called The Three Heroes (although the word hero is used lightly in the case of the Magician) and tells the tale of the three characters of legend that are etched upon my rings: the Warrior, the Blacksmith, and the Magician. — Justin Cartwright

...he is thinking about thoughts; so many thoughts piled up, such a quantity of half-remembered knowledge, so many emotions brought up from the well to spill out: the unrolling of history - a river into which you can't step twice, a collection of biographies end to end, a hilltop to survey the surrounding plains and so on - but also, more so, the anxieties prompted by the spooling of time and the awareness of its unstoppable nature; and random thoughts... — Justin Cartwright

Afrikander cattle. — Justin Cartwright