Australia, to the rest of the world, is just far away, and Australia in the Thirties was the faraway of the faraway.

The food in Sydney is an Asian Pacific cuisine. It's eclectic but above all it's fresh, inventive and creative and that's what I love about it.

In terms of the mechanics of story, myth is an intriguing one because we didn't make myth up; myth is an imprinture of the human condition.

The race is long but in the end it is only with YOURSELF.

I've always loved the old epics that tell a simple emotional story, whether it's the tumultuous relationship between Rhett and Scarlett or Lawrence of Arabia's passion to get lost in a faraway place.

All good, clean stories are melodrama, it's just the set of devices that determines how you show or hide it.

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