'The devil's everywhere,' he said. 'Not just at Brunswick one day and somewhere else the next. He's everywhere.' - Helen Garner

'That,' I said, 'would be a blessing. There are so many things I'd like to forget I hardly know what would be left standing, if I ever got started.'

'He claims,' said Jenny tactfully, 'That he flew through a radioactive cloud thirty years ago and that it didn't do him any harm - thus it's all right to mine uranium. A fine piece of Australian political reasoning.'

'Crap,' said Janet. 'He was a whinger and he wrote it down. That's not poetry.'