The simplest science book is over my head.

Strange about parents. We have such easy access to them and such daunting problems of communication.

The day is breaking someone else's heart.

Before trying a novel I wrote a couple of plays.

At college I'd seen my dead frog's limbs twitch under some applied stimulus or other - seen, but hadn't believed. Didn't dream of thinking beyond or around what I saw.

Class is classlessness.

Arthur Young's Reflexive Universe - fascinating but too schematic to fit into my scheme. The most I could hope for was a sense of the vocabulary and some possible images.

But those two plays left me on fresh terms with language. I didn't always have to speak in my own voice.

In life, there are no perfect affections.

It's not what you have lost, but what you have left that counts.

Assuming I'm home and don't have an event, I'll have a massage or I'll talk on the phone.

The artist is the antenna of the race.

It is really important that you live in a place that has good energy. Where you sleep, where you dream, where you meditate, where you spend a lot of time is key.

Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.

But I think everybody should write. I think those people with stories who don't write should be stomped on.

Concepts are mental images.

Shame may restrain what law does not prohibit.

Reform, that we may preserve.

I want to see an end to sovereign risk questions over Australia.