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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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