I want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens.— Colleen McCullough
The most sensational Colleen McCullough quotes to discover and learn by heart
There are no ambitions noble enough to justify breaking someone's heart.
There's a hell of a lot of horny people out there who are not being gratified in the way they should be.
The Labour Party of today has fits of horrors of the very thought of somebody like me might saying that they bought in white Australia. But I believe they did.
The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men more.
What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?
And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends up in spite of our desperate determination never to forget.
Old age is an ordeal, of flesh and mind.
Of winding down, of slowing down, of dying cells. It's accepting the loss of physical attractiveness and replacing it with the power and wisdom that can only come with old age.
That's the purpose of old age... To give us a breathing space before we die, in which to see why we did what we did.
Love and hate are cruel, only liking is kind
Yet there's something ominous about turning sixty-five.
Suddenly old age is not a phenomenon which will occur; it has occurred.
Perfection, in anything, is unbearably dull. Myself, I prefer a touch of imperfection.
I think explicit love scenes are a turn off unless it's the kind you read with one hand.
I escaped the torture of my childhood home by reading.
To this day it is still one of my greatest pleasures.
I am writing a sequel to The Touch because I want to further explore the Chinese question that I have raised. There will be more about that in a sequel.
How frightening, that one person could mean so much, so many things.
My husband says it is very good that I have very tiny feet, because they're easier to get in my mouth.
She told fortunes for a living. It's a wacky book and was great fun to write. It is very much a look at what life was like for women in Australia in the 1960's.
It's no fun to be a bluestocking in a family of jockstraps.
Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.
It's a dead give away of an inexperienced writer if every character speaks with the same voice.
In early draft it never satisfied me, and that was when it clicked into place and it went so well as a diary.
There was some justice in his pain
... the most insoluble problems are those which by their very nature can have no space within them for dreams.
duty, the most indecent of all obsessions, was only another name for love.
I hate being on my best behavior. It brings out the absolute worst in me.
When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.
..the best is only bought at the cost of great pain...or so says the legend
...she looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.
Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing.
I stopped this one about two months before federation and I want the next one to be more political. It will deal with the formation of white Australian policy and things like that.
We're working-class people, which means we don't get rich or have maids.
Be content with what you are and what you have.
It's a woman's book but I think the men will read it too.
Once I've got the first draft down on paper then I do five or six more drafts, the last two of which will be polishing drafts. The ones in between will flesh out the characters and maybe I'll check my research.
There is no doubt that it is more difficult to read and more difficult to write but I still manage.
If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!
My fictitious characters will take the bit between their teeth and gallop off and do something that I hadn't counted on. However, I always insist on dragging them back to the straight and narrow.
In The Touch, the love scenes are the same as they were in The Thorn Birds or anything else I've ever written. I find a way of saying that either it was heaven or hell but in a way that still leaves room for the reader to use their own imagination.
My books and other works are my legacy, and it's a great comfort to know that mine is a legacy of pleasure for other people.
Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world.
And whether they came home again or not, they would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life.
The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law;
it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.
Oh, that feels good! I don't know who invented ties and then insisted a man was only properly dressed when he wore one, but if I ever meet him, I'll strangle him with his own invention
I have an editor in my head, that's why I can't read Harry Potter, because Rowling is such a lousy writer.