We’re such contrary creatures

I write not to record what I think but to discover what I think

All the things we achieve are things we have first of all imagined.

I might grow old in Brisbane, but I would never grow up.

Silence is a form of communication. Speech divides us.

Words his soul danced to.

We are continuous with all the particles of our physical being, as in our breathing we are continuous with the sky. Between our bodies and the world there is unity and commerce.

What else is death but the refusal any longer to grow and suffer change?

With all those prizes the most interesting thing is getting on to the shortlist, because that tells you who people see as your peers.

Words are powerful. They too can be the agents of what is new, of what is conceivable and can be thought and let loose upon the world.

So these things happen, deep in our lives. We do not speak of them. We hide them even from ourselves, but they do not leave us.

I was a tomboy and any time anyone says something about me being hot, it makes me giggle.

Old models of farming with chemicals and credit mostly favored privileged men.

Truth can break the gates down, truth can howl in the street; unless truth is pleasing, personable and easy to like, she is condemned to stay whimpering at the back door.

Recently, I can't seem to take a straight photograph without thinking that what I am photographing won't be the final image - like the world in front of me is not good enough or something.

If you don't have jobs, it's hard to have other things like health and education.

When you grow up on film, people sometimes have difficulties accepting the fact that you are growing up. They always imagine you younger.

In a free society, it is hard for 'good' people to do 'good', but that is a small price to pay for making it hard for 'evil' people to do 'evil', especially since one man's good is another's evil

Everyone thinks, "Oh, it'd be easy to just go scout a game." It's not. Because you end up watching the game and not actually focusing [on scouting].

How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.