"I was the hero of Hughes Creek. I can still see the glint in me Da's eye as he looked down at me, his hand on me shoulder. What did he call me that day? Ah, what did Da call me? That's right. He called me Sunshine."

"Talia Zucker - Sarah Wicks"

"Jonathan Hardy - The Great Orlando"

"Saskia Burmeister - Jane Jones"

"I wore it seriously, me hero's sash of green and gold - proof that I'd saved a life as well."

"What I best recall is riding alone with the sun behind me, seeing me own shadow cantering ahead against the roadside weeds and willows, and leaving me stretched far behind galloping to chase it. Like a centaur in the picture books."

"I've never shot a man, but if I do, so help me God, you'll be the first!"

"They said I'd lost what it meant to be human, maybe never had it in the first place, but wasn't this about protecting the ones I loved? The ones who gave me food, and shelter, even the clothes on me back? And therefore wasn't it now a war?"

"And wasn't this the challenge of your whole life, Superintendent? A feather in your cap? You can't catch me. You don't have a hope of catching me, so you take my friends instead - over a hundred men arrested, stuck in stinking cells without trial while their crops perish in the fields. And guess what? Not one of 'em caves in and tries to claim the reward. Not one of 'em. They loved me the just same and hated you all the more, didn't they? Did you really think I was gonna let 'em all rot?"

"There's a certain type of black tribesman that bends in the wind. Blends into the background. Mostly he employs the help of the dead to destroy other people. "The Night Dancer", they call him."

"They say the trouble with the Irish is that they rely too much on dreams and not enough on gunpowder. Whereas the English were shy on dreams, as usual, but had plenty of the other. Now we had both."

"So our plans were set. One, the traitor, Aaron Sherritt; dead, as arranged. Two; the police special from Benalla coming to meet us, the line torn up to send the train to hell, as arranged. Three; Superintendent Hare, if he lives, easily worth an outlaw's mother. And four; the townspeople out of harms way, drinks on us, as arranged."

"[last words] Such is life."

"Ah! The monkey's been shot! Poor little bugger!"

"I'm sure there's no harm in being friendly."

"[in the middle of the Glenrowan shootout, right before his death] Jesus Christ, lads, I think I need a drink."