Quotes from Anne Scott

The portrait in his, and he's walking out of the house he was born in with blood on his hands and his head held high and his mother's face on his back, his own inalienable albatross, for all the world to see.

I's only the things you don't do that you end up regretting: the women not courted, the paintings not painted, the paths not taken.

Once you go blind, unfortunately, words are all you've got.