Given how well the cards have been dealt to someone like myself, I think there's an inherent obligation to try to reach out and make a difference.

I used to want to be a lawyer, but I didn't want to have half my brain sucked out.

I was good at football and cricket at school. My dad said, 'Son, be an architect,' and I came to Melbourne passionate about becoming an architect.

My sister died and my mum was really distant, as you do - you don't expect your offspring to die before you. I thought I was bulletproof up until that stage.

I practised as an architect for 10 years. I qualified in 1973 with a fellowship diploma of architecture. World Series Cricket gave me the freedom to go out and pursue architecture.

One of the most obvious parts of my character is the smile, and if I wasn't comfortable in myself then I wouldn't be able to smile so much.

Fame and fortune should never get in front of your passion. The passion will generate the fame and fortune, if you're good enough.

Norm Smith personally came and signed me up to the Melbourne Football Club. The fact that I then played cricket for Melbourne Cricket Club - the footy club didn't like it that much.

My father Big Max told me many years ago that 'anything you are good at will contribute to your happiness'. Great advice.

Were all crazy and the only difference between patients and their therapists is the therapists havent been caught yet.

I try and open a few doors to the mind, encourage people to embrace change and to stretch their capabilities.

Remember it is good to build and bad to destroy

Do everything in mindfulness so you can really be there, so you can love.

I believe in nothing here, except a handful of people, a few ideas, and the fact that one cannot arrest movement.

Other lands became a larder full of all the good things All we had to do was go and take Blood the colour of the rain that grew our wicked harvest Black the colour icing on our cake

To choose Norm Coleman over Walter Mondale is like going to a great steakhouse and ordering the tuna sandwich.

If there's a leak out of my administration, I want to know who it is.

Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.

Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

Though I have many words, What woman's satisfied, I am no longer faint Because at her side? O who could have foretold That the heart grows old?