I do some messing around with things, not necessarily about me but about place and people and the things around.

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

I suppose you retire from trying. If you retire from trying, you think, "Maybe love will just come my way if I don't want it anymore."

I know that I was able to find my way out of most of my feelings by writing.

I sometimes think that we expect too much resolution in this world.

Teaching writing puts you on the point of a pin in terms of what you want your own writing to be.

You can sometimes find something good on the other side of doing something very, very painful.