My name is October Christine Daye; I live in a city by the sea where the fog paints the early morning, parking is more precious than gold, and Kelpies wait for the unwary on street corners. Neither of the worlds I live in is quite mine, but no one can take them away from me. I did what had to be done, and I think I may finally be starting to understand what's important. It's all about finding the way home, wherever that is. I plan on finding out. I have time.

At least you know that you're crazy. That means you have the potential to recover.

Call me paranoid. I´m frequently right.

If anything, global response to the Rising only confirmed something that many Australians had quietly believed for quite some time: If forced to live in Australia for a year, most of the world's population would simply curl up in a fetal ball and die of terror.

Sometimes in the news, "luck" is just a matter of "capitalizing on someone else's pain.

Are you ever not a pessimist?" "Sometimes. But then I wake up.

My mother once told me that no women is naked when she comes equipped with a bad mood and a steady glare.