“I don't believe for a minute-that we wouldn't have become friends somehow-that an unexploded bomb wouldn't have gone off and blown us… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“Maddie held her lightly, thinking she would let go when her friend stopped crying. But she cried for so long that Maddie… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
You can come back to friendship. You can let it drop, for five years or ten years, and come back to it. — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without something buoying them up.” — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“What's strange about the whole thing is that although it's riddled with nonsense, altogether it's true - Julie's told our story, mine… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“How does she do it? She makes it sound like she is so cut up to be giving them this information, and… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“What’s strange about the whole thing is that although it’s riddled with nonsense, altogether it’s true – Julie’s told our story, mine… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“Queenie, herself again, took hold of Maddie’s hand and squeezed it tightly. She walked all the way back across the airfield without… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Which would you rather have––an unlimited supply of Chanel No. 5, or freedom?” — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“And this, even more wonderful and mysterious, is also true: when I read it, when I read what Julie's written, she is instantly alive… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
