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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.