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

Hurt him. Hurt him and save him

A life lived in fear is a life half lived.

I feel a kinship with anyone who feels that their road, their life or who they really are is not good enough. I really relate to that.

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.

I really believe musical form will go on. There's got to be a way of making musical form in cinema live again.

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