“She said she hated my children—her own children, Looloo-dirl, her own children!” — 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
“you do not know what she did not only to me but to the little children. She has tortured them, turned them… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“I love you, I love men and women, I love little children and all innocent things, I love, I feel I am… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“Hair under the arms, for example, he said, should never be removed, for nature had put it there, and evidently it had… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
I do not want to go to heaven; I want my children, forever children, and other children, stalwart adults, and a good… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“You will never break up my home. I know that’s been your object for years and the aim of all your secret… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“she would say to the children as they crowded about her bent shoulders, peering at her satin stitch or Madeira work, “my… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“she saw her husband for the first time: she had married a child whose only talent was an air of engaging helplessness… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“Henny was beautifully, wholeheartedly vile: she asked no quarter and gave none to the foul world, and when she told her children… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“What a dreary stodgy world of adults the children saw when they went out!” — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“The children hid themselves, with receptive ears, round corners.” — 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
“All the June Saturday afternoon Sam Pollit's children were on the lookout for him as they skated round the dirt sidewalks and… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“I’ll find a way. There must be a way. And I’ll take my children from you. The man who loves children! You… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“You were breaking my bones and spirit and forcing your beastly love on me: a brute, a savage, a wild Indian wouldn’t… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“I say, frankly, Looloo, that I believed that I could remold her life and with my wife and children make a little… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
About myself - no. I'm unimportant, an observer, a wandering animal. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
