But I was also a brat. I used to belong to a gang that went looking for fights with other gangs.

And it is a folly to try to craft a novel for the screen, to write a novel with a screen contract in mind.

The List is Life.

You know, so I was a weird eccentric kid but I did believe in the power of the word and of the word being made flesh I suppose, which again I suppose came from my temperament as well as my upbringing.

I must apologise because I know all writers have memories of being on the outer because it's the children on the side of the playground who become the dangerous writers.

It is not too fantastic to say that he desired them with some of the absolute passion that characterised the exposed and flaming heart of Jesus which hung on Emilie's wall. Since this narrative has tried to avoid the canonisation of the Herr Direktor, the idea of the sensual Oskar as the desirer of souls has to be proved.

In a way Australia is like Catholicism. The company is sometimes questionable and the landscape is grotesque. But you always come back.