Top 87 Colleen Mccullough Quotes
#1. Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.
Sarah MacLean
#2. I never met Colleen McCullough; if I had, I probably would have cried and made a fool of myself.
Sarah MacLean
#4. I can't share your love of God. But I do understand your need to give your life to him. Each of us has within us something that just won't be denied. Something to which we are driven even though it makes us scream aloud to die.
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#5. Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.
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#6. 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.
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#7. 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.
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#8. 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.
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#9. When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.
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#11. There are no ambitions noble enough to justify breaking someone's heart.
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#12. Yet there's something ominous about turning sixty-five. Suddenly old age is not a phenomenon which will occur; it has occurred.
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#13. 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.
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#14. Love isn't truly the body. Love is freedom to roam the heart and mind of the beloved.
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#15. Rain, rain, rain. Like a benediction from some vast inscrutable hand, long withheld, finally given. The blessed, wonderful rain. For rain meant grass, and grass was life.
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#16. I have an editor in my head, that's why I can't read Harry Potter, because Rowling is such a lousy writer.
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#17. The Greeks say it's a sin against the gods to love something beyond all reason. And do you remember that they say when someone is loved so, the gods become jealous, and strike the object down in the very fullness of its flower?
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#19. stayed as close to Theatre as she could, working Casualty or Men's;
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#20. My husband says it is very good that I have very tiny feet, because they're easier to get in my mouth.
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#21. I have discovered," he said to Charles Dewy, "that when a man marries, peace of mind and freedom go out of the window."
"Well, old boy," said Charles comfortably, "that's the price we have to pay for having company in our old age and for ensuring that we have heirs to follow us.
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#22. What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?
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#23. But I'll pin you to the wall on your own weakness, I'll make you sell yourself like any painted whore." Mary Carson to Father Ralph.
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#24. There's a hell of a lot of horny people out there who are not being gratified in the way they should be.
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#25. The feeling of coming home, when she didn't want to come home any more than she wanted the liability of love.
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#26. The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men more.
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#27. All that power held dormant, sleeping, only needing the detonation of a touch to trigger a chaos in which mind was subservient to passion, mind's will extinguished in body's will.
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#28. You say you love me, but you have no idea what love is; you're just mouthing words you've memorized because you think they sound good!
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#32. The best thing about being 40 is that you can appreciate 25-year-old men more.
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#33. I hate being on my best behavior. It brings out the absolute worst in me.
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#36. How frightening, that one person could mean so much, so many things.
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#37. The law should not be a huge and weighty slab which falls upon a man and squashes him into a uniform shape, for men are not uniform.
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#38. Age brought wisdom, but it also brought a genuine gratitude for the happiness of sharing life with someone as much liked as loved.
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#39. Until you can leave the matter of forgiveness to God, you will not have acquired true humility.
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#40. I think explicit love scenes are a turn off unless it's the kind you read with one hand.
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#41. Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing.
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#42. 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.
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#43. 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.
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#44. 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.
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#45. I escaped the torture of my childhood home by reading. To this day it is still one of my greatest pleasures.
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#46. 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.
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#47. We are not here together just to make children, Elizabeth. What we're going to do is sanctified by marriage. It's an act of love - of love. Not merely of the flesh, but of the mind and even the soul. There's nothing about it you shouldn't welcome.
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#49. If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!
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#50. Why shouldn't the living cords which lace our being together flick softly against a loved one in the very moment of their unraveling?...Sometimes, all the miles between are as nothing, sometimes, they are narrowed to the little silence between the beats of a heart.
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#51. Later on after the war was over the women were to find this constantly; the men who had actually been in the thick of battle never opened their mouths about it, refused to join the ex-soldiers' clubs and leagues, wanted nothing to do with institutions perpetuating the memory of war.
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#52. There is no doubt that it is more difficult to read and more difficult to write but I still manage.
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#55. Why is it, Caesar, that there's always a man like Lucius Metellus?" "If there were not, Antonius, this world might work better. Though if this world worked better, there'd be no place in it for men like me," said Caesar.
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#56. orgy of sampling Europe's charms, she never went back, and that was strange. In his experience people always
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#57. I want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens.
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#58. 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.
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#59. on him at the time of his majority, and was more than enough for his needs. He would live his own life, then, far from Melbourne and parents, carve his own kind of niche. But the imminence
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#60. Never forget, Caelius, that a great man makes his luck. Luck is there for everyone to seize. Most of us miss our chances; we're blind to our luck. He never misses a chance because he's never blind to the opportunity of the moment.
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#61. Perfection in anything is unbearably dull. Myself, I prefer a touch of imperfection.
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#62. He owe his wife a debt he couldn't hope to pay with any coin save one: open the cage and let the bird fly.
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#63. 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.
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#64. Maybe no great man is virtuous. Or good. Perhaps a man rich in those qualities by definition is barred from greatness.
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#67. 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
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#68. 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.
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#69. But work used to be the lot of every man, and now it is rapidly becoming an aristocratic privilege. Men nowadays are more often paid not to work.
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#70. she sat rocking his head back and forth, back and forth, until his grief expended itself in emptiness.
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#71. All that appearance business is crap, and I'm not even going to be bothered arguing with you about it.
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#73. Caesar's kindnesses are conscious, done for Caesar's benefit, and Caesar no longer sees the world as a place wherein magical things can occur. Because they can't. Men and women ruin it with their impulses, desires, thoughtlessness, lack of intelligence and cupidity.
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#74. Duty, the most indecent of all obsessions, was only another name for love.
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#75. He best is only bought at the cost of great pain ... or so says the legend
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#76. 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.
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#77. Then God's a bigger poofter than Sweet Willie. "You might be right" said Justine. "He certainly isn't too fond of women, anyway. Second-class, that's us, way back in the Upper Circle. Front Stalls and the Mezzanine, strictly male.
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#78. 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.
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#79. She looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.
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#80. He had always been her baby, her lovely little boy; though she had watched him change and grow with proprietary pride, she had done so with an image of laughing baby superimposed on his maturing face.
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#81. In early draft it never satisfied me, and that was when it clicked into place and it went so well as a diary.
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#82. Living's for those of us who failed. Greedy God, gathering in the good ones, leaving the world to the rest of us, to rot.
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#83. He was, he admitted, a man who liked to have his cake and eat it too.
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#84. But not we men. We weren't fit to be told. For so you women think, and hug your mysteries, getting your backs on us for the slight God did in not creating you in His image.
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#85. It's a dead give away of an inexperienced writer if every character speaks with the same voice.
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#86. You just hang onto the thought that every dog has its day, even the bitches
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