New Zealand Quotes

“Give me the Maori Battalion and I will conquer the world”
― Erwin Rommel, War

“The global Indigenous cause reached a major milestone in 2007 when the UN General Assembly passed the Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples. Only four members of the assembly voted in opposition, all of them Anglo settler-states - the United States, Canada, New Zealand, and Australia.”
― Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz, An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States

“We didn't, after all, sing "Another One Bites The Dust" as the coffin was carried out; Hazel and the vicar had settled instead on the more traditional "How Great Thou Art". And Aunty Rose's old adversary the mayor was pressed into service as a coffin bearer to replace Matt.
Rose Adele Thornton, born in Bath, England, died in Waimanu, New Zealand, a mere fifty-three years later. Adept and compassionate nurse, fervent advocate of animal welfare, champion of correct diction and tireless crusader against the misuse of apostrophes. Experimental chef, peerless aunt, brave sufferer and true friend. She had the grace and courage to thoroughly enjoy a life which denied her everything she most wanted. The bravest woman I ever knew.”
― Danielle Hawkins, Dinner at Rose's

“But for me to start the journey of writing a book about my life, the first place I had to re visit was my past. A book written from the deepest part of my heart as so many tears at times did fall upon the keyboard as I typed away.”
― Christian S. Simpson, Lost Youth Volume 1: New Zealand

“It seems I had personally laid my past to rest and when writing volume two of my book, it reminded me how I managed to get through it all back when I was young and how I made a personal choice to leave New Zealand in search of a better life.”
― Christian S. Simpson, Lost Youth Volume 1: New Zealand

“I walked through a forest near a highway until I found a clump of moss to sleep on and remembered that Simon said possums were not indigenous to New Zealand, that they had been brought here by somebody a long time ago, some European, and since there were no animals here that liked to kill possums, all those unkilled possums had fucked up the whole fucking ecosystem by eating plants, too many plants, by wanting so much, and now there were what? --ten or fifteen possums per person in New Zealand? Something fucked up like that; and I imagined my dozen fucked-up possums gathered around me, a personal audience, and I wondered which things inside a person might be indigenous or nonindigenous, but it isn’t as easy to trace those kinds of things in a person as it is in a country. I wished that I could point to some colonizer and blame him for everything that was nonindigenous in me, whoever or whatever had fucked my ecosystem, had made me misunderstand myself--but I couldn’t blame anyone for what was in me, because I am, like everyone, populated entirely by myself,”
― Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing

“Her look is all passion
No agony
There is enough of that on the ground, with the mourners-
Mary, all the Marys
The slutty one
The motherly one
The contrary one
The queen
The queer
The virgin
All the women looking up, waiting for her resurrection”
― Tusiata Avia, Big Fat Brown Bitch

“In their thousand-year isolation the Māoris had discovered a certain pitch of the human voice, like that of the woman whose chant was still rising and rising in the air, which instantly and without exception made anyone who heard it cry.”
― Peter Walker

“She sighed and walked over to the tall windows peering into the gloominess of smokefall. A thin scrim of fog huddled against the hills and the moon winked half-lidded in the murky sky that had merged with the horizon. The fire crackled for attention and she swerved to gaze at its throbbing
red-orange wood-heart that held a million days of sunlight.”
― Franciska Soares, They Whisper in my Blood

“.. and finish my letter by telling you of Ilam's chief outdoor charm: from all parts of the garden and grounds which I have told you of, and my bedroom window has a perfect panoramic view of them. I watch them under all their changes of tint, and find each new phase the most beautiful. In the very early morning I have often stood shivering at my window to see the noble outline gradually assuming shape, and finally standing out sharp and clear against a dazzling sky, then as the sun rises, the softest rose-coloured and golden tints touch the highest peaks, the shadows deepening by contrast.”
― Lady Barker, Station life in New Zealand

“She was even at fault for having brought a wringer-mop from England, complaining loudly that such a simple thing was unprocurable in "this God-forsaken country".”
― Peter Graham, Anne Perry and the Murder of the Century

“The foreign correspondents who flocked to Christchurch were at once struck by the incongruity of a murder of the foulest kind occurring in what the Sydney Sun-Herald called 'New Zealand's quietest, staidest, most Victorian-English city - a city of bicycles, lace and old ivy.”
― Peter Graham, Anne Perry and the Murder of the Century

“A church leader studied the history of architecture in New Zealand and found that before World War II, homes were built with verandas, where people would sit in the evenings with their family to great passersby and invite them to stop and chat.”
― Lee Strobel, The Case for Heaven: A Journalist Investigates Evidence for Life After Death - Library Edition

“A church leader studied the history of architecture in New Zealand and found that before World War II, homes were built with verandas, where people would sit in the evenings with their family to greet passersby and invite them to stop and chat.”
― Lee Strobel, The Case for Heaven: A Journalist Investigates Evidence for Life After Death - Library Edition

“Even when you can only see part of the moon, the rest is still there.”
― Jax Calder, Attractive Forces

“Don’t burn your throat with the hot mince, mate,” I said.
“Looks like a bloody pelican.” Dawn had stopped her buttering to stare at Ross eating. Johnno, too, was transfixed and held his mug suspended halfway to his mouth. “Bloody hell, finished it in five seconds.”
The pie-eating show was over before it began and Dawn returned to bending Johnno’s ear.”
― F.E. Beyer, Smoko

“All those dumb spooky movies like Friday the 13th, they all start in a house or a forest, or an abandoned cabin, or whatever, so you end up thinking you have to be scared of them. But you don’t. Not really. That whispering voice is never in the woods.

- S. E. Tolsen, Bunny”
― S. E. Tolsen

“All those dumb spooky movies like Friday the 13th, they all start in a house or a forest, or an abandoned cabin, or whatever, so you end up thinking you have to be scared of them. But you don’t. Not really. That whispering voice is never in the woods.”
― S. E. Tolsen

“Hear ye,
"It is the minorities
who need the protection of free speech"
except when it is a poem
twisted into a headline
in an election year”
― Tusiata Avia, Big Fat Brown Bitch

“How do we trace the whakapapa of our symbols <> when our
grandmother is dead <> and our father is dead <> and our great
uncles and aunties are dead <>”
― Tusiata Avia, Big Fat Brown Bitch

“New Zealand, is paradise found.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“In New Zealand, the deceased must pass through a very narrow space between two demons that try to capture him; if he is "light" he gets through, but if he is "heavy" he falls and becomes the demons' prey.”
― Mircea Eliade, Shamanism: Archaic Techniques of Ecstasy

“Shrouded in cloud at the bottom of the world, this was the land that time forgot: the last sizeable piece of undiscovered land on Earth. Two hundred million years after breaking away from the vast southern continent of Gondwana, Man had yet to leave his footprints on this prehistoric place.”
― Lance Morcan, New Zealand

“Cannibalism was widely practised by Maori and it continued until well into the 1800’s, especially during the Musket Wars of the early 1800’s when a quarter of the Maori race perished in inter-tribal warfare.”
― Lance Morcan, New Zealand

“While my novel may not convey exactly what happened during the discovery and settlement of New Zealand, I believe it accurately captures the spirit of those bygone days.”
― Lance Morcan, New Zealand

“The Tahitian beauty is Tahitian Queen Obadia who believes the blue-eyed, blond-haired Nicholas has been sent to her by the island’s gods to give her the child she has never had.”
― Lance Morcan, New Zealand

“At the sight of Queen Obadia, the air was driven from Nicholas’s lungs. It was as if Hercules himself had punched him in the gut.

She’s beautiful!

Nicholas fought for breath as he took in every feature of the royal figurehead who was now standing only a few paces from him. He knew there wasn’t a more exquisite creature on the face of the planet. Others around him were equally impressed.”
― Lance Morcan, New Zealand

“Despite the fact that she was probably nearer forty than thirty, her radiance and beauty outshone that of the prettiest wahine. Statuesque, her golden skin was unblemished, and beneath the colourful cape that hung from her graceful shoulders her body was, in Nicholas’s opinion, perfection personified.”
― Lance Morcan, New Zealand

“High cheek bones gave Queen Obadia's face a rare and exotic beauty, but her most riveting feature was her almond eyes. Large and hypnotic, they roamed over the faces of the visitors seated before her, settling for one magical instant on Nicholas’s face. In that split-second he thought he saw something register in the queen’s eyes. Then it was gone as she turned her attention to others.”
― Lance Morcan, New Zealand

“First reviews are in for the new-release historical adventure ‘New Zealand: A Novel’, and acclaimed American book reviewer Grady Harp asks, ‘Could this be the Great New Zealand novel?”
― Lance Morcan, New Zealand