Someone tells me I’ve been touched by Jesus, I remember.”“Not Jesus, ” he said in all seriousness. “The hand of God.

Everybody was sorry. Sorry was easy. Sorry was for suckers.

Rule Number Two, Monsignor. Do not show pity.

She felt like a baton getting passed along in a relay race, completely devoid of any control over her destiny.

We may struggle and suffer or we may struggle and win, but the end always remains the end.

When we really start to take a look at who we think we are, we become very grace prone.

It's always a fine line. If you overdo (aggression) it's 'ugly Australians', but if you have a smile on your face it's Australia being too nice.

Don't worry about the level of individual prominence you have achieved; worry about the individuals you have helped become better people.

I don't like losing at anything. Why should I?

The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.

What were you like," I asked her. "we're you happy? Or were you smiling because they told you to?

So I am happy to have fans, especially if it enables me to keep working. And I am really grateful when people respond to my work.

Descartes said, "I think, therefore I am." I say, "I do not think, that is why I exist."

I have an idea I want to test, for combining old peoples homes and orphanages. Old people are lonely without children, children are lonely without parents. Why not bring them together?