Mathematics may, like poetry or music, "promote and sustain a lofty habit of mind."

If Australia is The Lucky Country, the Aborigines must be the unluckiest people in the world.

When the time is yours, the future is waiting, The person you become, and the people you're creating.

It doesn't matter who you are. What matters is your plan.

We're all flawed human beings and we all have a cauldron of psychosis which we have to unravel as we grow older and find the way we fit in to live our lives as best as possible.

The extreme always makes an impression.

Whatever character you play, remember they are always doing something they are not just talking.

I don't think there's a day that goes by that I don't feel like I've had enough and there's nothing left, but desire means...never quit.

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

I have a very busy head. I have inside voices that I have learned to contain.

Love is doing something you don't want to do for someone you don't particularly like at that moment.

Let those who can sing to sing on top of their voices and those who dance to dance to their very best rhythm.

My theory on smear pieces is try and win 'em over.

You CAN be what you want to be. Whatever that is.

But the imposition of morality onto science, - where it does not belong - has become rampant in recent years.

Any movement in history which attempts to perpetuate itself, becomes reactionary.

Most areas of intellectual life have discovered the virtues of speculation, and have embraced them wildly. In academia, speculation is usually dignified as theory.

Obviously from childhood to my teenage years, I really came into my own. I left the house early; I was on the streets when I was, like, 15. I've been holdin' my own since that age.

The problem is that mainly the metal press has an interest in Burzum, and the rest of the world... probably hardly even know Burzum exists, and those who do shy away due to my fairly (:-))

Being President is a little like being the grounds-keeper at a cemetery: there's plenty of people below you but no one's listening.