If you weren't driving, I'd kiss you senseless," I tell him. He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly. "Not driving any more.

You go shake your foundations, Will. I think it's about time I saved myself.

I think that we vote, not to get the best party in, but to keep the worst party out.

Then I choose to drown. In hope. Rather than float into nothing.

No. But it's like the argument `don't donate to third-world countries because the money mightn't get to them.' People only say that because it makes them feel better about the fact that they do nothing.

A home to come back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place on the Jellicoe Road.

What is it? A prize or something? No. It's not a prize and I'm not a prize. But it's mine. It belongs to me and I can only give it away once, and I want to be so sure when it happens. I don't want to say that the first time for me was bad or it didn't mean a thing.