My Greatest Pleasure Is To Invent. My

Writers Are Always Envious, Mean-minded, Filled With Rage And Envyat Other's Good Fortune. There Is Nothing Like The Failure Of A Close Friend To Cheer Us Up.

Our Prime Minister Could Embrace And Forgive The People Who Killed Our Beloved Sons And Fathers, And So He Should, But He Could Not, Would Not, Apologise To The Aboriginal People For 200 Years Of Murder And Abuse. The Battle Against The Turks, He Said In Gallipoli, Was Our History, Our Tradition. The War Against The Aboriginals, He Had Already Said At Home, Had Happened Long Ago. The Battle Had Made Us; The War That Won The Continent Was Best Forgotten

Glass Is A Thing In Disguise, An Actor, Is Not Solid At All, But A Liquid?an Old Sheet Of Glass Will Not Only Take On A Royal And Purplish Tinge But Will Reveal Its True Liquid Nature By Having Grown Fatter At The Bottom And Thinner At Thetop, And? It Isinvisible, Solid, In Short A Joyous And Paradoxical Thing, Asgood A Material As Any Tobuild A Life From.

I Had Known Loneliness Before, And Emptiness Upon The Moor, But I Had Never Been A Nothing, A Nothing Floating On A Nothing, Known By Nothing, Lonelier And Colder Than The Space Between The Stars. It Was More Frightening Than Being Dead.

My Greatest Pleasure Is To Invent. My Continual Mad Ambition Is To Make Something True And Beautiful That Never Existed In The World Before.