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

Love and hate are cruel, only liking is kind

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

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.

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

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.

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.