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

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.

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

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

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

There was some justice in his pain

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