He who climbs a cliff may die on the cliff, so what? Always a risk-taker by nature, now I became one by… — Ruth Park Copy Share Image
“Then she said, with piteous defiance, "If I could love her, the Good Lord could, and he won't be too hard on an old… — Ruth Park Copy Share Image
“[a]nd the Pig Man came in from Waitomo and swore that if Louisa didn't marry him he'd damn well vote Labour at the next… — Ruth Park Copy Share Image
"You know, Mouse," Tabby said, "a brilliant cat like me should have smart friends; people who can count to more than four." "I can… — Ruth Park Copy Share Image
Writing is a passion I have never understood, yet a storyteller is all I have ever wanted to be. — Ruth Park Copy Share Image
The world is full of novels in which characters simply say and do. There are certainly legitimate genres in which this is sufficient. But… — Ruth Park Copy Share Image
He who climbs a cliff may die on the cliff, so what? Always a risk-taker by nature, now I became one by intent. — Ruth Park Copy Share Image
“The announcer, in milky tones, rolled out the commercial; it was all about some sort of washing powder that made laundry days a mere… — Ruth Park Copy Share Image
In a still hot morning, the tide went out and didn't come back in. This was not a spectacular event. The sea did not… — Ruth Park Copy Share Image
“And when he got home he started on Mumma. He hated her then, because in her fatness and untidiness and drabness she reminded him… — Ruth Park Copy Share Image
