Love is the scent of a sleeping back, death a slight draft of bad breath.

The journey is long, the road is dark and frightening, but together we can reach our destination: the Tasmania of which we all dream, where all are welcome and all prosper, made no longer of lies but truth, built not of rich men's hate but our love for our island and for each other.

One cannot distinguish between human and non-human acts. One cannot point, one cannot say this man here is a man and that man there is a devil.

I think empathy's a terrible danger for a writer.

Literary prizes serve a purpose if they allow for discussion of books.

You have to attempt to find new forms that will force you to write freshly and better and hopefully more truthfully.

Film is the art of turning money into light, and light into money. But it begins with money.