After graduating in 1973 I went into the programming field.

We come from an environment molded from 3 billion years of evolution, and when we change our behavior, there may be problems.

I drove across country in my yellow 1970 VW bug (which I drove until 1986) to Los Angeles, having had enough cold weather in 5 years in Ann Arbor, and found a job within a few days.

In 1975 I decided that there was no future in flying (airline jobs were impossible to get, and who wants a job where you are judged only by seniority?) and headed off to grad school.

All you could do was hope for silence, for still air.

(My ability to turn good news into anxiety is rivaled only by my ability to turn anxiety into chin acne.)

But primarily, the drummer's supposed to sit back there and swing the band.

I'd been ill and hadn't trained for a week and I'd been out of the team for three weeks before that, so I wasn't sharp. I got cramp before half-time as well. But I'm not one to make excuses.

I'm not sure (whether Demetriou did anything wrong). I wouldn't have thought so ... but I'm not the ACC (Australian Crime Commission), I'm not ASADA. I'm a football coach trying to coach a game.

The object of art is to give life shape.

No matter what system the magician chooses, in order to make it work most effectively he or she must first become attuned to that system's particular way of viewing of the universe.

Kids love games and chess is a game where you have to sit down and concentrate and it just helps in every way.

Remember in elementary school you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file from smallest to tallest? What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?