It'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 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 WeinHope is the most treacherous thing in the world. It lifts you and lets you plummet. But as long as you're being lifted you don't worry about plummeting.
Elizabeth WeinOh Julie, wouldnโt I know if you were dead? Wouldnโt I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?
Elizabeth Wein