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Colleen McCullough

Colleen Margaretta McCullough AO (/məˈkʌlə/; married name Robinson, previously Ion-Robinson; 1 June 1937 – 29 January 2015) was an Australian author known for her novels, her most well-known being The Thorn Birds and The Ladies of Missalonghi, the latter of which was involved in a plagiarism controversy.

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I am writing a sequel to The Touch because I want to further explore the Chinese question that I have raised. There will be more about that in a sequel.

Chinese, Further, Question, Sequel, Want, Writing

There was some justice in his pain

Justice, Pain

My 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.

Art, Book, Comfort, Legacy, People

Yet there's something ominous about turning sixty-five. Suddenly old age is not a phenomenon which will occur; it has occurred.

Age, Ominous, Phenomenon

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

Dull, Imperfection, Perfection, Unbearably

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

Frightening, Mean, Person, That One Person, Things

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

Knows, Like, Looked, Men, Want, Woman

Oh, that feels good! I don't know who invented ties and then insisted a man was only properly dressed when he wore one, but if I ever meet him, I'll strangle him with his own invention

Dressed, Feel Good, Good, Man, Men, Ties

Truly God was good, to make man so blind.

Blind, God, Good, Make, Men

There's a story. . . a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest, it searches for a thorn tree. . . and never rests until it's found one. And then it sings. . . more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. And singing, it impales itself on the longest, sharpest thorn. But, as it dies, it rises above its own agony, to outsing the lark and the nightingale. The thorn bird pays its life for just one song, but the whole world stills to listen, and God in his heaven smiles.

God, Heaven, Outsing, Smile, Song

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

Explicit, Hands, Kind, Scenes, Thinking, Unless

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

Belief, Existence, Proof, Rest

Once I've got the first draft down on paper then I do five or six more drafts, the last two of which will be polishing drafts. The ones in between will flesh out the characters and maybe I'll check my research.

Character, Drafts, Flesh, Polishing, Research, Two

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

Hell, Horny, People, Way

. . . the most insoluble problems are those which by their very nature can have no space within them for dreams.

Dream, Nature, Problem, Problems, Space

There is no doubt that it is more difficult to read and more difficult to write but I still manage.

Difficult, Doubt, Read, Write, Writing

There are no ambitions noble enough to justify breaking someone's heart.

Ambition, Breaking, Heart, Justify, Love

Love and hate are cruel, only liking is kind

Cruel, Hate, Kind, Love, Love And Hate

Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that's all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying. Because it has to, its self-knowledge can't affect or change the outcome, can it? Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it's the most wonderful song the world has ever heard. Don't you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.

Heart, Old, Pain, See, Song, Thorn

That's the purpose of old age. . . To give us a breathing space before we die, in which to see why we did what we did.

Age, Breathing Space, Give, Giving, Space

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