“Lying between the sheets, she felt different; her body had turned into bread dough, dough that's been kneaded and pounded till it's grey, lumpen, no yeast in it, no lightness, no prospect of rising. Her arms lay stiff by her… — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
“On the face of it he seemed to be congratulating himself on dealing with patients more humanely than Yealland, but then why the mood of self-accusation? In the dream he stood in Yealland’s place. The dream seemed to be saying,… — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
“But I shot the dog myself. I took him into the barn holding on to his collar. He knew something bad was going to… — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
When I'm writing the first draft, I'm writing in a very slovenly way: anything to get the outline of the story on paper. — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
When writing about historical characters I try to be as accurate as possible, and in particular not to misrepresent the view they held. With… — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
That balance between involvement and detachment is what novelists do. It's the ideal relationship between a novelist and a character, I think, total involvement… — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
The sky darkened, the air grew colder, but he didn't mind. It didn't occur to him to move. This was the right place. This… — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
'Undertones of War' by Edmund Blunden seems to get less attention than the memoirs of Siegfried Sassoon and Robert Graves, but it is a… — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
I don't think it's possible to c-call yourself a C-Christian and... and j-just leave out the awkward bits.' -Wilfred Owen — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
The way I see it, when you put the uniform on, in effect you sign a contract. And you don't back out of a… — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
Culturally, the First World War is the war that stands in for other wars, — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
Fiction should be about moral dilemmas that are so bloody difficult that the author doesn't know the answer. — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
