The British left intermittently erupts like a pustule upon the buttock of a rather good country. Seventy years ago it opposed mobilisation against Adolf Hitler and worshipped the other genocide, Josef Stalin. It has marched for Mao, Ho Chi Minh,… — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share Image
It is cold at six-forty in the morning on a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is about to… — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share Image
I'm very sceptical about some of the excesses that I regard the Milibands of this world are leading towards. When you think about it,… — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share Image
“As he went down the steps to the street, something was troubling him. Something about the Vietcong officer, his face, the expression of frozen astonishment. At the end of the street passers-by turned to look at the young lawyer who threw back his head and laughed at the madness of Fate. Absently he rubbed his left hand where the one-time… — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share
The last of the lonely places is the sky, a trackless void where nothing lives or grows, and above it, space itself. Man may have been destined to walk upon ice or sand, or climb the mountains or take craft upon the sea. But surely he was never meant to fly? But he does, and finding out how to do… — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share
The Internet offers authors and their readers a new diversity of opportunities and freedom. — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share Image
“...a woman of quite bovine stupidity and potato-like contours...” — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share Image
He was one of the masters of the thriller and he really was one of the great signposts, because he took the spy thriller… — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share Image
As ever with modern Britain, we are let down by a vast, over-manned, over-funded, hidebound, obstructive, box-ticking and incompetent bureaucracy. — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share Image
“The natives who saw him walking alone, and later brought him back to the town for burial, said he was whistling when he went.… — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share Image
“… Shannon’s fingers itched to smash the man in the face. Inside his head he kept telling himself, Keep cool, baby, absolutely cool.” — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share Image
“Because he was single, a number of girls made eyes at him, but his rebuffs were always polite and gentle. There were one or… — Frederick Forsyth Copy Share Image
