It's No Fun To Be A Bluestocking

Oh, That Feels Good! I Don't Know Who Invented Ties And Then Insisted A Man Was Only Properly Dressed When He Wore One, But If I Ever Meet Him, I'll Strangle Him With His Own Invention

If You Love People, They Kill You. If You Need People, They Kill You. They Do I Tell You!

The Bird With The Thorn In Its Breast, It Follows An Immutable Law; It Is Driven By It Knows Not What To Impale Itself, And Die Singing. At The Very Instant The Thorn Enters There Is No Awareness In It Of The Dying To Come; It Simply Sings And Sings Until There Is Not The Life Left To Utter Another Note. But We, When We Put The Thorns In Our Breasts, We Know. We Understand. And Still We Do It. Still We Do It.

In The Touch, The Love Scenes Are The Same As They Were In The Thorn Birds Or Anything Else Ive Ever Written. I Find A Way Of Saying That Either It Was Heaven Or Hell But In A Way That Still Leaves Room For The Reader To Use Their Own Imagination.

There Is No Doubt That It Is More Difficult To Read And More Difficult To Write But I Still Manage.