If we can accept the laws of the universe, the ebb and flow of joy and tragedy, then we have everything we need to embrace our true freedom.

She was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a permanent refill.

Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we're special and that we're still here.

Memories no matter how small or inconsequential are the pages that define us.

You can hold onto anything to make you carry on.

And I wonder what the sound of a heart breaking might be. And I think it might be quiet, unperceptively so, and not dramatic at all. Like the sound of an exhausted swallow falling gently to earth.

The choir sang and the old man sang and Drake couldn't sing, and suddenly he began to cry because of the music, because of the sound of the boys' voices, because of what they might turn into.

And they held on tight to that beautiful silent moment before words transported them to the realm of the ordinary, to the realm of the inarticulate and mundane.

Those left behind prayed constantly for peace but prayers came back with Return to Sender stamped all over them. Only the roll call of the dead grew.

Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we're still here.

Shut up, Arthur, ' said my mother, and he zipped his mouth shut like an infuriating child.Ginger started to laugh. Not at anything in particular, but just because Ginger was stoned.

Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there’s always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her.

Your life. Your choices. People will give you endless opinions on how you should live your life and who you should be. Don't allow them. Don't listen. This is your life.

We resemble computers intellectually and animals emotionally.

Our weapon is our knowledge. But remember, it may be a knowledge we may not know that we possess.

In my view, I did not get to the federal bench because I was a woman

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.

Wandering, (is) considered as a state of detachment form every given point in space.

We have come to the point at which there is no other way than to bring about a 'movement' not to bring anything about

We're not in a world of information overload, we're in a world of filter failure.

I try to write 'and it's all very funny' after each scene description so that the reader can imagine the movie in their head.