If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years about 600 people - including me - would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.

My idea of an amusement park story is getting adventurers to go tour environmental disaster areas. After all if the entire Great Barrier Reef gets killed which seems like an extremely lively possibility what are you going to do with all that rotting limestone?

It's like one of those dreams you have when someone is chasing you. You're running as fast as you can and someone's trotting behind you just out of range trying to grab onto you.

From my rotting body flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.