And I think my sexuality was heavily repressed by the church, by the, you know, the design of the mortal sins.

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

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

The principle was, death should not be entered like some snug harbor. It should be an unambiguous refusal to surrender.

But re-reading Voss also demonstrates again that although White wasn't 'a nice man', and indeed was—perhaps rightly—scathingly dismissive of my and other Australian writers' work and origins unless they were his friends, he was a genius, and Voss one of the finest works of the modernist era and of the past century.

I thought I'd definitely be a writer, whatever I did.

Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire.