What I'm saying so badly is we're bred now to believe we're in control and should be in control.

There is nowhere else I'd rather be, nothing else I would prefer to be doing. I am at the beach looking west with the continent behind me as the sun tracks down to the sea. I have my bearings.

The ocean is a supreme metaphor for change. I expect the unexpected but am never fully prepared.

It's the pointless things that give your life meaning. Friendship, compassion, art, love. All of them pointless. But they're what keeps life from being meaningless.

For every moment the sea is peace and relief, there is another when it shivers and stirs to become chaos. It's just as ready to claim as it is to offer.

We rise to a challenge and set a course. We take a decision. You put your mind to something. Just deciding to do it gets you halfway there. Daring to try.

The desert is a spiritual place, we vaguely understand, and the sea the mere playground of our hedonism.

I came home at dusk with my ears ringing from the quiet.

Overfishing is an obvious threat to our capacity to feed ourselves.

It's impossible to imagine what Australia would be like without surfing.

People do change - individuals, families, nations - and the pace of transformation need not be geological.

By repetition, each lie becomes an irreversible fact upon which other lies are constructed.

When we give with love and joy, and accept with an open heart and deep gratitude, abundance fills our emptiness.

Are you serving others or your are being served by others?

If we can find forgiveness in our hearts for those who have caused us hurt and injury, we will rise to a higher level of self-esteem and well-being.

The whole world may begin to burn, but the National Socialist State and Idea will emerge from the conflagration like platinum.

I have been at my book; and am now past the craggy paths of study, and come to the flowery plains of honour and reputation

I used to fly off the handle in everyday life, but I'm a little calmer now.

Lessons that come easy are not lessons at all. They are gracious acts of luck. Yet lessons learned the hard way are lessons never forgotten.

Whatever kind of device or barrier or policy to secure the border, that's necessary to secure the border, then do it.

Yeah, writers do hate writing.