A speculator is a man who, if he dies at the right time, has a rich widow. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
We are primitive men; we taboo what we desire and need. How did the denying of love come to be associated with… — 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
Financiers are great mythomaniacs, their explanations and superstitions are those of primitive men; the world is a jungle to them.They perceive acutely… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
No rich man is a patriot, no rich man is a friend. They have all only got one fatherland the Ritz-Carlton; and… — 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
You want to be free and break new ground, speak your mind, fear no man, have the neighbours acknowledge that you're a… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
A self-made man is one who believes in luck and sends his son to Oxford. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
It's fine to be a great democrat when you've a slave to rub your boots on. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
I wish I had a man and not a dishrag printed over with big words like 'constitutional rights' and 'progress'! — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
All middle-class novels are about the trials of three, all upper-class novels about mass fornication, all revolutionary novels about a bad man… — 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To me, all the juice of a book is in an unpublished manuscript, and the published book is like a dead tree - just… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image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
