Colleen McCullough famous quotes

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
-- Colleen McCullough

#Character #Teeth

If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!
-- Colleen McCullough

#People #Needs

There are no ambitions noble enough to justify breaking someone's heart.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Love #Heart #Ambition

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.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Determination #Memories #Healing

Perfection, in anything, is unbearably dull. Myself, I prefer a touch of imperfection.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Perfection #Imperfection #Dull

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.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Character #Two #Research

My husband says it is very good that I have very tiny feet, because they're easier to get in my mouth.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Husband #Feet #Mouths

Yet there's something ominous about turning sixty-five. Suddenly old age is not a phenomenon which will occur; it has occurred.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Age #Ominous #Phenomenon

There's a hell of a lot of ***** people out there who are not being gratified in the way they should be.
-- Colleen McCullough

#People #Horny #Way

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
-- Colleen McCullough

#Men #Ties #Feel Good

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.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Party #Believe #White

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.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Writing #Chinese #Want

... the most insoluble problems are those which by their very nature can have no space within them for dreams.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Dream #Space #Problem

It's a dead give away of an inexperienced writer if every character speaks with the same voice
-- Colleen McCullough

#Character #Voice #Giving

In The Touch, the love scenes are the same as they were in The Thorn Birds or anything else Ive 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.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Imagination #Bird #Heaven

There is no doubt that it is more difficult to read and more difficult to write but I still manage.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Writing #Doubt #Difficult

How frightening, that one person could mean so much, so many things.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Mean #That One Person #Frightening

I hate being on my best behavior. It brings out the absolute worst in me.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Hate #I Hate #Behavior

duty, the most indecent of all obsessions, was only another name for love.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Names #Obsession #Duty

There's a story... a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest, it searches for a thorn tree... and never rests until it's found one. And then it sings... more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. And singing, it impales itself on the longest, sharpest thorn. But, as it dies, it rises above its own agony, to outsing the lark and the nightingale. The thorn bird pays its life for just one song, but the whole world stills to listen, and God in his heaven smiles.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Song #Agony #Heaven

I escaped the torture of my childhood home by reading. To this day it is still one of my greatest pleasures.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Women #Reading #Home

The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men more.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Birthday #Appreciation #Women

Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Eye #Laughing #Golden

...she looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Men #Want

Love and hate are cruel, only liking is kind
-- Colleen McCullough

#Hate #Love And Hate #Kind

When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Stills

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?
-- Colleen McCullough

#Sleep #Blessing #Echoes

There was some justice in his pain
-- Colleen McCullough

#Pain #Justice

Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Belief #Proof #Existence

Truly God was good, to make man so blind.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Men #Blind

..the best is only bought at the cost of great pain...or so says the legend
-- Colleen McCullough

#Pain #Cost #Legends

Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that's all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying. Because it has to, its self-knowledge can't affect or change the outcome, can it? Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it's the most wonderful song the world has ever heard. Don't you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Song #Pain #Heart

It's no fun to be a bluestocking in a family of jockstraps.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Fun #Women

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.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Wisdom #Loss #Cells

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.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Home #Two #Way

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.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Mean #Class #People

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.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Law #Bird #Singing

I want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Looks #Speech #Want

I have an editor in my head, that's why I can't read Harry Potter, because Rowling is such a lousy writer.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Editors #Potters #Harry Potter

I think explicit love scenes are a turn off unless it's the kind you read with one hand.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Thinking #Hands #Kind

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.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Art #Book #People

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.
-- Colleen McCullough

#Breathing #Space #Giving