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

Power is when we have every justification to kill, and we don't.

Though, as he was torn into a pink upper air, she was a good craft to ride in, for her belly was firm and her breasts enabled a flying man good hold and emotions of heady safety. . . . Steering her peasant tits he bounded off stars.

And I found both literature and the church very dramatic presences in the world of the 1950s.

Coitus is random, children are definite.

So nonetheless given the importance that was placed on sport in Australia, I wanted to be part of that scene, particularly since I had felt very strongly in my early schooling being marginalised even in the Catholic school.

It's only when you abandon your ambitions that they become possible.