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

When you're waiting for a bus, the thing to do is smoke a cigarette.

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.

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

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

In order to have a real life of any romance, there has to be a level of fantasy.

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