Look at me!’ I screeched. ‘Look at me, Amadeus von Linden, you sadistic hypocrite, and watch this time! You’re not questioning me now, this isn’t your work, I’m not an enemy agent spewing wireless code! I’m just a minging Scots… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“It was wonderful flirting with him, all the razor-edged literary banter, like Beatrice and Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing. A battle of wit,… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share
“She was never so petty. She did not dabble with minnows at the surface when there were thirty-pound salmon swimming deeper down.” — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share
“I, of course, took the opportunity to interpose with pigheaded Wallace pride, 'I am not English, you ignorant Jerry bastard, I am a SCOT.” — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share
“Which would you rather have––an unlimited supply of Chanel No. 5, or freedom?” — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share
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I tend not to attempt to describe pain. I don't feel I can comprehend or re-create the personal suffering of others, so I simply… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share
“She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like stars.” — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share
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