Darkness engulfed me...There was no ground below me, no sky above. Only the black, and the cold.

That's when I realized the chill wasn't coming from outside—it was coming from within me.

The sun had begun its descent toward the horizon, and the sounds of the carnival played like a familiar song behind me.

He looked at me then, his deep golden eyes meeting mine, and I saw a heat in them that I felt reflecting in my own.

I screeched with frustration, which in hindsight is never okay when there are people trying to kill you.

He that has a great nose thinks everybody is speaking of it.

I think that I'm just on such a mission with my career that you don't really get to stop and think about your jersey number too often.

Demanding historical (or scientific) veracity as a prerequisite for truth is another kind of tunnel vision. To do so is to mistake poetry for prose.

To say whatever nonsense comes into your head without any repercussions has got to be a bigger high than heckling a movie screen in a darkened theater.

I'm able to actually choose places to go which have intrigued me for the last god knows how many years, and Tasmania's always been one of those places.

We don't recognize the power of compounding.

I like to unwind by doing nothing. If I do get a day, I just like to vegetate and laze around.

You have to get beyond your own precious inner experiences.

When I undertake to tell the best, I find I cannot. My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath will not be obedient to its organs, I become a dumb man.