But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.
Elizabeth WeinIt's an illusion I've noticed before-- words on a page are like oxygen to a petrol engine, firing up ghosts. It only lasts while the words are in your head. After you put down the paper or pen, the pistons fall lifeless again.
Elizabeth WeinIf you show this devious little liar one atom's worth of compassion I will have you shot.
Elizabeth WeinMaddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil in the snow. A gold sovereign wrapped in a white silk handkerchief. She dipped her spoon in it and licked it.
Elizabeth WeinLook at me!โ I screeched. โLook at me, Amadeus von Linden, you sadistic hypocrite, and watch this time! Youโre not questioning me now, this isnโt your work, Iโm not an enemy agent spewing wireless code! Iโm just a minging Scots slag screaming insults at your daughter! So enjoy yourself and watch! Think of Isolde! Think of Isolde and watch!
Elizabeth Wein