How could this world be so unlike the world that I believed I was living in? I can't describe it. Do I not want to describe it, or do I simply not possess the vocabulary?
“In a way Australia is like Catholicism. The company is sometimes questionable and the landscape is grotesque. But you always come back.”
“There's a very fine line between a groove and a rut; a fine line between eccentrics and people who are just plain nuts.”