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

One of the great things about Sydney is that it has a great acceptance of everyone and everything. It's an incredibly tolerant city, a city with a huge multicultural basis.

Accept certain inalienable truths.

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.

In the '60s not everybody was wearing flowers in their hair and flowing caftans.

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

Fitzgerald coined the phrase the 'Jazz Age,' and now we're living in the Hip-Hop Age.