As Australians, we see the law as inherently bad. We have a real inherent distaste for authority in our makeup.

I've spent my life butting my head against other people's lack of imagination.

I just want to leave this world with a massive catalog of songs.

If you look around, complacency is the great disease of your autumn years, and I work hard to prevent that.

I want to write songs that are so sad, the kind of sad where you take someone's little finger and break it in three places.

I just found this world a hard place to be good in,’ says Bunny, then he closes his eyes and, with an expiration of breath, goes still.

Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer’s block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I’m projecting here.