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“The very essence of Australia is our lack of sophistication–our refusal to conform to pretension and superficiality. We ought to be upholding our ‘fair-dinkumnessâ€� and all the qualities so well documented in our folklore, the non-conformity of the swagman in Waltzing Matilda whose down to earth motto would I’m sure, have been ‘I’d rather be ignorant and fair dinkum than sophisticated and falseâ€�. Of course life has been a fight against ignorance, but the danger has always been that gaining knowledge rarely occurs without an increase in sophistication or falseness.”
― Tim Macartney-Snape

“Baby girl, five minutes alone with me and you're gonna be begging me to taste your pie.”
― Carmen Jenner, Welcome to Sugartown

“This is the bush, as Australian as gum trees, white Australia's bush legend: tough, adaptable, battlers in hard times, opportunists in good, conquerors of a continent. Eucalypts could almost teach newcomers how to be Australian.”
― Bill Gammage, The Biggest Estate on Earth: How Aborigines Made Australia

“No Aussie would wear long white socks like that.”
― L.J. Fox, Viktoria

“Showing you I am a man of action.”
― L.J. Fox, White Lilies

“Celebrating Valentine's Day is like falling in love with Victoria all over again.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Celebrating Valentine's Day is like falling in love with Sydney all over again.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Celebrating Valentine's Day is like falling in love with Adelaide all over again.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Celebrating Valentine's Day is like falling in love with the Outback all over again.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Celebrating Valentine's Day is like falling in love with Canberra all over again.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Falling in love with Australia is like celebrating Valentine's Day every day.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Falling in love with Melbourne is like celebrating Valentine's Day every day.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Falling in love with Victoria is like celebrating Valentine's Day every day.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“An Aussie January by Stewart Stafford

Dead air in the fallen forest,
The black goat circled silently,
Three hillside crosses sombre,
January, warm as an Aussie winter.

Boy brandishing a thin, red worm,
Cheerful march on raspberry feet,
Turning left at the silver potatoes,
Leftovers from the gnome’s feast.

4 a.m. wind a rolling bandmaster,
Whipping a flagpole cord to a beat,
Tingling every wind chime around,
The hibernating squirrel missed it.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Blunder Down Under (The Sonnet)

Humans be human, alive and aware,
not tokens of ancestral blunder.
Awake, arise and right the wrongs,
whether in the west or down under.

We gotta fight on the beaches,
We gotta fight on human grounds.
This time we gotta fight as human,
not as puppets to colonial clowns.

Fight as brave lions for sacred inclusivity,
not for saffronication as domesticated cows.
Fight for justice, rejuvenated by reason,
not for prejudice, decreed by apeman vows.”
― Abhijit Naskar, World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets