“Bohr Before we can lay our hands on anything, our life’s over. Heisenberg Before we can glimpse who or what we are, we’re gone and laid to dust. Bohr Settled among all the dust we raised. Margrethe And sooner or… — Michael Frayn Copy Share Image
“Margrethe: And when all our eyes are closed, when even the ghosts have gone, what will be left of our beloved world? Our ruined and dishonoured and beloved world?” — Michael Frayn Copy Share Image
“Odd, though, all these dealings of mine with myself. First I’ve agreed a principle with myself, now I’m making out a case to myself,… — Michael Frayn Copy Share
A man sits in his car at the traffic lights, waiting for them to go green. — Michael Frayn Copy Share
“Why did *I* lock the door? Why did YOU lock the door? Someone locked the door...” — Michael Frayn Copy Share
When anyone says they often think something, it means they've just thought of it now. — Michael Frayn Copy Share
It's funny - there's nothing that stops you laughing like the sight of other people laughing about something else. — Michael Frayn Copy Share
“Yes, and you’ve never been able to understand the suggestiveness of paradox and contradiction. That’s your problem. You live and breathe paradox and contradiction,… — Michael Frayn Copy Share
I've never written a fiction before about real people. . . . I read everything that I could find by people who met them… — Michael Frayn Copy Share
“Early spring, yes. It's one of those cautiously hopeful days at the beginning of April, after the clocks have made their great leap forward… — Michael Frayn Copy Share
“Bohr: Heisenberg, I have to say - if people are to be measured strictly in terms of observable quantities... Heisenberg: Then we should need… — Michael Frayn Copy Share
“Mathematics becomes very odd when you apply it to people. One plus one can add up to so many different sums” — Michael Frayn Copy Share
“Bohr Before we can lay our hands on anything, our life’s over. Heisenberg Before we can glimpse who or what we are, we’re gone… — Michael Frayn Copy Share
“The almost egregiously English couple, Cedric and Rosamund Chailey, had slipped quietly away when the conversation turned to God. It had not seemed polite… — Michael Frayn Copy Share
