Christina Stead Quotes

Australia, Writer
July 17, 1902 – March, 31, 1983.

Christina Stead was an Australian novelist and short-story writer acclaimed for her satirical wit and penetrating psychological characterisations. Christina Stead was a committed Marxist, although she was never a member of the Communist Party. She spent much of her life outside Australia, although she returned before her death.

Also known as Novelist

The entire gamut of scandal, hate, and lying is prepared for a poor man in this world who dares to work for the truth. That is why they got rid of me too: they feared me, for wickedness fears Truth.

Christina Stead
- Work
- Truth
- Hate
He talks about human equality, the rights of man, nothing but that. How about the rights of woman, I’d like to scream at him. It’s fine to be a great democrat when you’ve a slave to rub your boots on.

Christina Stead
- Woman
- Human
- Equality

When he was away she could stand him, and the farther he was away the more she could stand him!

Christina Stead
- Stand
- Him
- Away
When people are collecting gold they aren't doing business. ... Gold is constipation: even bankruptcy is more fluid. Gold isn't wealth: positions in markets are wealth.

Christina Stead
- Business
- Gold
- Wealth
Whatever men say, women know;

Christina Stead
- Men
- Women
I’ll find a way. There must be a way. And I’ll take my children from you. The man who loves children! You can have your own. That’s all you really care about

Christina Stead
- Children
- Man
- Way
I will never let the vestal fire go out in my innermost recesses’: people feel that vestal fire and they feel that its possessor is sacred: they will not harm him. He walks unharmed amongst people reputed savage because they honor what is most good in man.

Christina Stead
- People
- Feel
- Fire
Hair under the arms, for example, he said, should never be removed, for nature had put it there, and evidently it had some use. She had suddenly said, “You have too many children, Mr. Pollit.

Christina Stead
- Nature
- Hair
- Arms

Charm is a cunning self-forgetfulness.

Christina Stead
- Charm
- Self-forgetfulness
Of course, the morning, every morning, was full of such incidents. That was family life. They were all able to get through the day without receiving any particular wounds; every such thing left its tiny scar, but their infant skins healed with wonderful quickness.

Christina Stead
- Life
- Family
- Morning