“Life is nothing but rags and tags and filthy rags at that. Why was I ever born?” — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“She would never again try to knit even one stitch in the long chain of their married life. She hated all that… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“Our old age is perhaps life’s decision about us—” or, worse, the decision we have made about ourselves without ever realizing we… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“Henny was one of those women who secretly sympathize with all women against all men; life was a rotten deal, with men… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
Ye want to tell the plain truth all your life, woman, and speak straight; otherwise ye get to seeing double. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“He was incapable of nursing an injustice which would cost him good living to repay, an evil thought which it would undo… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
The waste, the insane freaks of these money men, the cynicism and egotism of their life... I'll show that they are not… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
Money is a jealous mistress If you want money you must want only money. ... I must tell you the one secret… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“I saw my entire life a waste, a desert of shame and unspeakable sorrow, and behind me, a suicided wife!” — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“she belonged to the great race of human beings who regard life as a series of piracies of all powers.” — 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
“Therefore,” he reasoned with himself, “it is love coming to claim me: I have been so long without love, hated at home,… — 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
“Of course, the morning, every morning, was full of such incidents. That was family life. They were all able to get through… — 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
