I'll never forget anything about Middle Earth. That's part of my memory now so I won't miss anything.

I'm becoming a frustrated director, I think, in an actor's body.

Some people would say I've made it now.

My life at the moment is a bit like my wardrobe. Organised chaos.

Id love to work with the people who really got the film industry going again through the 70s: Peter Weir, Bruce Beresford, Gillian Armstrong, Fred Schepisi.

I think actors do make really, really wonderful directors.

I do regard myself as very lucky.

I would love to direct a feature and have Robert Connolly produce it. That would be really fab.

I've ended up spending more time in front of a camera than on stage, but the stage is where I come from.

Acting, to me, is being given the freedom and ability to play, and that's - that's what I love most about it. I feel very comfortable in playing, whether it be in front of a camera or on stage.

Australia is a phenomenally beautiful country, and every time I go away and come back, it never ceases to amaze me.

The more simply we look at ticklish questions, the more placid will be our lives and relationships.

Many of the young aspire to happy marriages and dot-com fortunes but end up in guarded love and okay-for-now jobs.

Bob Dylan will be thirty years old this month..." "That's the most depressing thing I've ever heard.

The man of regular life and rational mind never despairs.

Countries where women have access to professional life are also those where the birth rate is higher.

I liked the more sophisticated urban style of blues like Ray Charles and B. B. King, Bobby Blue Bland, Lou Rawls; people like that with more of a tendency toward jazz.

For we were little Christian children and early learned the value of forbidden fruit.

I am sure as I grow older I will understand more about my own feelings and how to put them in a song.

In a world of noise, confusion and conflict it is necessary that there be places of silence, inner discipline and peace. In such places love can blossom.

Now he knew why he loved her so. Without ever leaving the ground, she could fly. 'There must be another one like you,' he whispered to her. 'There's got to be at least one more woman like you.