Something went klunk. Like a nickel dropping in a soda machine. One of those small insights that explains everything. This was puberty for these boys. Adolescence. The first date, the first kiss, the first chance to hold hands with someone special. Delayed, postponed, a decade's worth of longing--while everybody around you celebrates life, you pretend, suppress, inhibit, deprive yourself of you own joy--but finally ultimately, eventually, you find a place where you can have a taste of everything denied.

I had always been fascinated by the whole idea that Australia was this different ecology and that when rabbits and prickly pears and other things from Europe were introduced into Australia, they ran amok.

A work of art is an act of love. Critics are crab lice.

The problem with the gene pool is that there's no lifeguard.

Study what you love, and youll never have to work a day in your life. Itll be one great adventure.

True genius can be identified by the fact that its expression changes the world into something it has never been before.

Contentment is the continuing act of accepting the process of your own life.