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Each Australian is a Ulysses.
Christina Stead
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And gold has no name, it licks the hand of anyone who has it: good dog!
Christina Stead
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Am I to spend the next twenty years in the high-minded company of a smug Philistine who doesn’t so much as make me a decent husband?
Christina Stead
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What a dreary stodgy world of adults the children saw when they went out!
Christina Stead
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A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not. That poor miserable brat of his is growing up, and I certainly licked the hide off her; and she's seen marriage at its worst, and now she's dreaming about 'supermen' and 'great men'. What is the good of doing anything for them?
Christina Stead
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The world would not let him rave, this was the great injustice he suffered from: he stalked up and down being angry, in futility;
Christina Stead
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A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not.
Christina Stead
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If all the rich people in the world divided up their money among themselves, there wouldn't be enough to go around.
Christina Stead
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Loneliness is a terrible blindness.
Christina Stead
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You do not know what she did not only to me but to the little children. She has tortured them, turned them against me, lied to them.
Christina Stead
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Good digestion is for the bovine.
Christina Stead
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She saw her husband for the first time: she had married a child whose only talent was an air of engaging helplessness by which he got the protection of certain goodhearted people
Christina Stead
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The light of the years to come, to me; and the law would give them into your charge because you are their mother, no matter what kind of a woman you are.
Christina Stead
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She said, her children should not live on trash, her children had to fight for their livings, having such a silly, puffed-up ignoramus of a father, her girls were not going to be underfed “mud rats.”
Christina Stead
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A woman can't be, until a girl dies. . . . I mean the sprites that girls are, so different from us, all their fancies, their illusions, their flower world, the dreams they live in.”
Christina Stead
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Money that is in billions and monopolies isn't money at all, because the people have none, and money is democratic, everyone has to have some or there's none at all.
Christina Stead
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Men are always good to fools and perfect idiots,” cried Henny impatiently. “A man will run ten miles from a woman with sense.
Christina Stead
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Henny “was one of those women who secretly symphathize with all women against all men; life was a rotten deal, with men holding all the aces.
Christina Stead
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Money is a jealous mistress If you want money you must want only money. ... I must tell you the one secret of life, there is only one: everything is a jealous mistress, everything is terribly possessive, and, by God, we want to be terribly possessed if we want to get somewhere - and we want to be terribly possessed - anyhow; or what is life?
Christina Stead
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All the best gods are made of stone and say nothing.
Christina Stead
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She is never more herself than when she destroys herself.
Christina Stead
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All new money is made through the shifting of social classes and the dispossession of old classes.
Christina Stead
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I know,” he said with sudden bitterness, “because your mother’s game is working after all. She is turning you against me.” “No,” said Louie. He looked at her pityingly, “No, I know you don’t know it, Looloo.
Christina Stead
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You will never break up my home. I know that’s been your object for years and the aim of all your secret maneuvers. I love my children as no man ever loved his before. I know men love their children, but mine are bound up in me, part of me.
Christina Stead
