And you can't help but worry for them, love them, want for them - those who go on down the close, foetid galleries of time and space without you.

It is always amusing to me and delightful of course that my books sell so well in America and other parts of the world. I can't imagine what people must think as they read my books in Poland. Or in Hebrew and Greek. People are reading all the stories which are about bits of Western Australia.

The health of our seas determines the future of humanity.

We live in specific places. We are marked by a place.

Surfers are the canaries down the mine. Those of us who surf spend more time than anyone soaking in whatever the sea has become. We're suspended in consequences, you might say.

The desert is a spiritual place, we vaguely understand, and the sea the mere playground of our hedonism.

What I'm saying so badly is we're bred now to believe we're in control and should be in control.