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 McCulloughWhat was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?
Colleen McCulloughMy 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 McCulloughI want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens.
Colleen McCulloughThe 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