Paris. City of love. City of dreams. City of splendor. City of saints and scholars. City of gaiety. Sink of iniquity. — Edward Rutherfurd Copy Share Image
I first considered writing 'New York' in 1991. I'd been in the city for a decade, was married to an American wife, and sending my children to New York schools. I was even on the board of a coop building.… — Edward Rutherfurd Copy Share Image
“However much you may fall in love, do not waste that love on a woman who is not considerate in return.” — Edward Rutherfurd Copy Share Image
For novelists, the imagination is everything. The trick is to guide one's imagination using research. I love using old maps. When I wrote my… — Edward Rutherfurd Copy Share Image
“The old man had smiled kindly. “It is in their nature, child. God has made woman the weaker vessel.” It was an old belief,… — Edward Rutherfurd Copy Share Image
She was quiet for a moment or two. Then she said: Cruel words are a terrible thing, Quash. Sometimes you regret them. But what's… — Edward Rutherfurd Copy Share Image
“I'll be damned if I'm going to miss the overture and finale when I've payed good money for it... You can go, but I'm… — Edward Rutherfurd Copy Share Image
“It was politics and religion, in van Dyck’s private view, that made men dangerous. Trade made them wise.” — Edward Rutherfurd Copy Share Image
“True the greater part of the Irish people was close to starvation. The numbers of weakened people dying from disease were rising. So few… — Edward Rutherfurd Copy Share Image
“Don't you know there's another bubble as well? An expectations bubble. Bigger houses, private planes, yachts... stupid salaries and bonuses. People come to desire… — Edward Rutherfurd Copy Share Image
