“I’m an old woman, your mother’s an old woman, so I’ll be an old woman, and I’ll do what I please.” — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“The light of the years to come, to me; and the law would give them into your charge because you are their… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“They never asked any reasons for their parents’ fights, thinking all adults unreasonable, violent beings, the toys of their own monstrous tempers… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“I’m afraid to write to your father: he criticizes my spelling,” sneered Henny. “And it appears I know nothing about geography. Hang… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
I never wanted to marry anyone like my father; I always preferred those more shoddy. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“she said, her children should not live on trash, her children had to fight for their livings, having such a silly, puffed-up… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not. That poor miserable brat… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
Why is it every careerist tries to turn his mother into a Madonna--to prove his intellect is a virgin birth, papa had… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“I know,” he said with sudden bitterness, “because your mother’s game is working after all. She is turning you against me.” “No,”… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“There were torments in the Himalayas, windspouts in the Grand Canyon, and Judges of the Supreme Court got into sacred rages. What… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“Instead, she looked vaguely about, sniffing that familiar smell of fresh dirtiness which belongs to mankind’s extreme youth, a pleasant smell to… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“It is splendid—to be—loved! If we only—can—live up—to the thoughts—of us—by them—that love us!” — Christina Stead Copy Share
“I’m afraid to write to your father: he criticizes my spelling,” sneered Henny. “And it appears I know nothing about geography. Hang his stuck-up… — Christina Stead Copy Share
“you do not know what she did not only to me but to the little children. She has tortured them, turned them against me,… — Christina Stead Copy Share
To me, all the juice of a book is in an unpublished manuscript, and the published book is like a dead tree - just… — Christina Stead Copy Share
“Hair under the arms, for example, he said, should never be removed, for nature had put it there, and evidently it had some use.… — Christina Stead Copy Share
“A month before our marriage, I knew it would be a well-nigh hopeless union, yet so great is a young man’s idea of what… — Christina Stead Copy Share
“For a moment, after years of scamping, she felt the dread power of wifehood; they were locked in each other’s grasp till the end—the… — Christina Stead Copy Share
Socialist writers are made of sterner stuff than those who only let their characters steeplechase through trouble in order to comeout first in the… — Christina Stead Copy Share
