The state of love is this constant flux back and forth between who's saving and who's rescuing, who's wanting and not wanting, who's needing and who isn't. It's always going back and forth between two people who are actually attached.

Early in the phase of being in a female body, there's all this desire that comes at you, a lot of it hostile, a lot of it dangerous, a lot of it ruinous.

That's what perfect means. You're finished.

I think sometimes to still be angry is appropriate, but you want to be able to live with it.

My first memory is on a ship from California back to Sydney. Water is just a natural place of home and not home.

I wouldn't underestimate the power of writing a letter.

There's a lot of water in everything I've ever written. There's always oceans and pools.