In the evenings there's been thunder, a distant bumping and stumbling, like God on a sullen binge.

The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.

A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is that a fact or a weapon?

There is never only one, of anyone

The threat to the planet is us. It's actually not a threat to the planet - it's a threat to us.

Storytelling is a very old human skill that gives us an evolutionary advantage. If you can tell young people how you kill an emu, acted out in song or dance, or that Uncle George was eaten by a croc over there, don't go there to swim, then those young people don't have to find out by trial and error.

We do not know how we'd behave. But a lot of people facing fascism didn't become fascists. I don't happen to believe that we are all monsters.