Luke was a little boy in a growing body that felt pain and sadness and fear for his mum, and he always believed he would be safe with his dad.

I want to tell people that family violence happens to anybody, no matter how nice your house is, no matter how intelligent you are.

What I want people to take from this is that it isn't simple. People judge you, people tell you what you should do. You do the best you can.

What we have to continue to remind ourselves is that violence is a choice.

Let's start calling family violence 'terrorism' and then maybe we will start to see that investment of funding applied to where it needs to be.

I never want anyone to be sitting where I'm sitting and to have lost their son, because I can never get Luke back.

Children have very little voice, and the coroner's inquest is about Luke's voice, and making sure Luke is heard and respected and honoured. I don't want him to have died in vain.

This is about saving children's lives. It is not about agencies and services protecting themselves.

What we want is to make sure that people don't go through what I'm going through ... and we have to understand that even since Luke's death, children have been killed.

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

Money can buy you a fine dog, but only love can make him wag his tail.

I have a troubled relationship with Hunter S. Thompson, not just because he kicked me out of a bar but also because it's become clear to me that he was not a good person.

Jean-Paul Sartre, the existentialist philosopher who celebrated the anguish of decision as a hallmark of responsibility, has no place in Silicon Valley.

It's so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said, 'Wouldn't you rather be a sparrow?

Every man in the back of their minds would like to own a bar or a racehorse.

There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience.

No acts are random or wasted.

Drop dreaming and you are there where you have really been always, but you were never aware. All meditation techniques are just antidream efforts, just dream-negating devices.

The climbing as a whole is not very esthetic or enjoyable; it is merely difficult.