Phillip Adams Quotations

It's a privilege to present 'Late Night Live'. No radio program, anywhere on Earth, casts a wider net.

Advertising men and politicians are dangerous if they are separated. Together they are diabolical.

Unless you're willing to have a go, fail miserably, and have another go, success won't happen.

The Internet provides a delivery system for pathological states of mind.

Success is easy. Any mug can be successful and make a fist of it. It's how you deal with it afterwards that is the test of character. I've watched a lot of people lose everything. Now Keating in a sense has lost everything. If you add up all the things he's lost, it's pretty significant. But there is still an absolutely remarkable, unbroken, interesting, involved bloke who is not crushed by what he's been through at all. He's still defiant, he's still funny, he's still full of ideas.

We've been motivated this year. Everybody on our team expects to be good. Everybody expects to win every time we play. It won't be that hard to calm down and let everything work. We'll play until the final second.

You've only to walk amongst them, to trail your fingers over their spines, to be enriched by a wonderful osmosis

I wanted to take the shot. I usually make my shots from that spot, so when I got the ball I knew it was going up. I live for situations like that. I'm not going to let us down, not going to let us lose. I love my team. We have a mission, to win the state, and we won't stop until we do it.

To many people holidays are not voyages of discovery, but a ritual of reassurance.

Unless you are willing to try, fail miserable, and try again, success won't happen.

Sport provides the spectacle, the metaphor, the religious ritual, the putty to fill the cracks in countless lives.

The old dead trees are the most fascinating - the countless trees lying in the gullies and up the hills that fell perhaps a century ago, pulling up their roots from the earth as they toppled. The great upheavals left rocks in their huge tentacles and, as they slowly rot, the trunks are home to populations of creatures, from goannas to wild pigs. As grey as tombstones in a cemetery they lie there, having outlasted generations of farmers, as they'll outlast me. In their own way they are as beautiful, more beautiful, than living trees.

Let the massacres remind us to turn down our political volume and venom.

While sticks and stones break bones, words can never hurt? Manifestly untrue. Politics everywhere are holistic, interconnected, and the rhetoric of right or left can produce toxic atmospheres in which lunacy thrives.

Today, words. Tomorrow, sticks and stones. And the day after that?

Fame often comes to those who are thinking about something else, whereas celebrity comes to those who think about nothing else. Celebrity is, if you like, a forgery of fame: it has the form but lacks the content.

Trees are very good friends. Firm friends. My five year olds tree could be relied upon to be there next day, uncritical and protective. And think of trees contribution to our lives. They provide boats, buildings, paper, furniture and, for clog-wearers, footwear. As well as contributing toothpicks and chopsticks they give little birdies somewhere comfy to sit. Best of all, they help produce breathable air and lock up that naughty carbon. Why is why I am talking to the Greens about giving trees the vote.

The book can produce an addiction as fierce as heroin or nicotine, forcing us to spend much of our lives, like junkies, in book shops and libraries, those literary counterparts to the opium den.

The events of September 11 were carried out by people armed not with weapons of mass destruction, but with blades you can buy at a newsagent

Later, in a different home, I befriended a eucalypt, using a resilient bough as a trampoline. Learning nothing from having plummeted from the peppercorn, I'd bounce happily in my haven in the heavens. I loved that tree - and fully understand why Heysen, Roberts, McCubbin and the rest devoted so much time and effort to painting arboreal portraits.

When I was five, a tree was my best friend. An old peppercorn on Grandpa's little farm. I'd haul myself into its calloused arms and hide from the world in its foliage. Apart from the pleasure of looking down on unsuspecting adults, I could be Robin Hood in a one-tree Sherwood Forest or Johnny Weissmuller in his jungle. I fell out of my friend once while Tarzan-ing. Gashed a large chunk from a leg. Almost 70 years later, there's still a scar.

The most intense hatreds are not between political parties but within them.

Marx was wrong. Religion is not the opiate of the people. Opium suggests something soporific, numbing, dulling. Too often religion has been an aphrodisiac for horror, a Benzedrine for bestiality. At its best it has lifted spirits and raised spires. At its worst it has turned entire civilizations into cemeteries.

Most people can do extraordinary things if they have the confidence or take the risks. Yet most people