Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing. — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
She told fortunes for a living. It's a wacky book and was great fun to write. It is very much a look… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
There's a story... a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest,… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“Why shouldn't the living cords which lace our being together flick softly against a loved one in the very moment of their… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“Age brought wisdom, but it also brought a genuine gratitude for the happiness of sharing life with someone as much liked as… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“Suddenly the thought that the end of her life was imminent shocked him; it was one thing to pity someone he didn't… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance? — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“I can’t share your love of God. But I do understand your need to give your life to him. Each of us… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world. And whether they came home again or not, they would… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“It’s Fortune,” he said. “I was given the hardest consulship a man has ever had. Just as I was given the hardest… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself,… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
My fictitious characters will take the bit between their teeth and gallop off and do something that I hadn't counted on. However, I always… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
I want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens. — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
Old age is an ordeal, of flesh and mind. Of winding down, of slowing down, of dying cells. It's accepting the loss of physical… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“But not we men. We weren't fit to be told. For so you women think, and hug your mysteries, getting your backs on us… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
How frightening, that one person could mean so much, so many things. — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“It's not worth getting upset about, Mrs. Dominic. Down in the city they don't know how the other half lives, and they can afford… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“You still think love can save us. It's more killing than hate. Hate is so clean, so simple. Like being in the ring. With… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“You still think love can save us. It’s more killing than hate. Hate is so clean, so simple. Like being in the ring. With… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you! — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“The law should not be a huge and weighty slab which falls upon a man and squashes him into a uniform shape, for men… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
