Most big companies don't like you very much, except hotels, airlines and Microsoft, which don't like you at all.

I understand cricket - what's going on, the scoring - but I can't understand why.

You may find that your parents are the most delightful people, but you don't want to live with them.

Every kid I knew had a father with a little stash of men's magazines which the father thought was secret and which the kid knew all about.

When I awoke it was daylight. The inside of my tent was coated in a curious flaky rime, which I realized after a moment was all of my nighttime snores, condensed and frozen and pasted to the fabric, as if into a scrapbook of respiratory memories.

I'm quite certain that if the rest of the world vanished overnight and the development of cricket were left in Australian hands, within a generation, the players would be wearing shorts and using the bats to hit each other, and the thing is, it'd be a much better game for it.

I come Des Moines. Somebody had to.