If Paris is a city of lights, Sydney is the city of fireworks.

Ultimately, you have to pursue your own path, not someone's idea of the right path. You need to stay on your path.

Hurt him. Hurt him and save him

Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.

Trust yourself that you can do it and get it

Sydney is rather like an arrogant lover. When it rains it can deny you its love and you can find it hard to relate to. It's not a place that's built to be rainy or cold. But when the sun comes out, it bats its eyelids, it's glamorous, beautiful, attractive, smart, and it's very hard to get away from its magnetic pull.

Sydney in general is eclectic. You can be on that brilliant blue ocean walk in the morning and then within 20 minutes you can be in a completely vast suburban sprawl or an Italian or Asian suburb, and it's that mix of people, it's that melting pot of people that give it its vital personality.