Winton’s reflections on the nature of danger suggest that the dangers in his life have taken two discrete forms—those that he had no control over, and those he sought out. It's the moments of danger that appear without warning and offer no choice or agency that truly scare him, and even if he doesn’t seek those dangers out, he'll never be able to avoid them. This is compounded by his occupation as a writer, for whom conflict and chaos are the key ingredients to narrative—another way in which he takes after his father, who couldn’t help but return to the police force as soon as he was able.