The ugly duckling is a misunderstood universal myth. It's not about turning into a blonde Barbie doll or becoming what you dream of being; it's about self-revelation, becoming who you are.
Ultimately, you have to pursue your own path, not someone's idea of the right path. You need to stay on your path.
If Paris is a city of lights, Sydney is the city of fireworks.
One of the great things about Sydney is that it has a great acceptance of everyone and everything. It's an incredibly tolerant city, a city with a huge multicultural basis.
Sydney is rather like an arrogant lover. When it rains it can deny you its love and you can find it hard to relate to. It's not a place that's built to be rainy or cold. But when the sun comes out, it bats its eyelids, it's glamorous, beautiful, attractive, smart, and it's very hard to get away from its magnetic pull.
Sydney in general is eclectic. You can be on that brilliant blue ocean walk in the morning and then within 20 minutes you can be in a completely vast suburban sprawl or an Italian or Asian suburb, and it's that mix of people, it's that melting pot of people that give it its vital personality.
I always have a point of view. It may not be right, but it's my own.
A life lived in fear is a life half lived.
I feel a kinship with anyone who feels that their road, their life or who they really are is not good enough. I really relate to that.
I never see things I make in the same way that the audience does. You can never do that.