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 blank page doesn't bother me. It's the voice in my head (not always my own) that gives me the yips. It's worse when I'm not making stuff up.

It's sadness coming on like the old days, the vast seamless hopeless weight of sadness looking for a place to rest.

The end of the world begins in the sea we love.

Whatever you believe, you need faith to get through the day.

I eat green ants often enough. They are wonderful. The trick is to squash them before you eat them, otherwise they bite your tongue and it ruins the experience.

Wherever I went I felt like the last person awake in a room full of sleepers