“I love the story of a thing. I love a thing for what it means a thousand times more than for what… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“The wave of memory had submerged me for a whole minute, while I'd just sat staring and let it all come flooding… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“It's like being raised by wolves -- you don't realize you're not one yourself until someone points it out to you. Sometimes… — 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… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“That is a terrifically intimate thing, you know? Letting a stranger light your cigarette. Leaning forward so he can hold a flame… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“I realized I would be forced to run away from home if someone tried to arrange a marriage for me. I didn't… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“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
“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
“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
“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
“Which would you rather have––an unlimited supply of Chanel No. 5, or freedom?” — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share
“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
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
“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
“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 both into… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share
“Writing to you like this makes me feel that you are still alive. It’s an illusion I’ve noticed before—words on a page are like… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share
