“Tragedy is a tool for the living to gain wisdom. ‘All men make mistakes,’ said the ancient Greek Sophocles. ‘But a good… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Elizabeth has told me many times that if she should become queen, it is her dearest wish that no Englishman should lose… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
Everybody takes what they life from the teachings of the church, and ignores the parts that don't suit them. — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
She loved him because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Now, I call this nice. I got my daughter, my granddaughter, and my great-grandson, all in the same room. What more could… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Her well-being was more important to me than my own. I have learned, during the course of a long life, that that… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Such disappointments, betrayals and reconciliations were the stuff of married life, but she and Jack had gone through them before the wedding.… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“the war taught me that nothing counts as much as loyalty" "Bullshit. you still haven't learned that when humans are under pressure,… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Being a monk was the strangest and most perverted way of life imaginable. Monks spent half their lives putting themselves through pain… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Erik was one of those inadequate people who were so scared by life that they preferred to live under harsh authority, to… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Some men craved deference; others craved wine, or the bodies of beautiful women, or the monastic life of order and obedience. What… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Alison was relieved: she would have hated to see Mary lose her dignity as well as her life. “Follow me,” said the… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“He was looking forward eagerly to seeing her again. He had coped perfectly well on his own, of course, but it was… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“She loved him because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“How terrible, Jack thought, to be old and know that your life has been wasted.” — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
People are much more complicated in real life, but my characters are as subtle and nuanced as I can make them. But… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“A child will always be what he is, she thought, and not what you want him to be.” — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“The extra line or two around her eyes only made them more fascinating; the touch of silver in her hair enhanced the blackness of… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“You're the one who doesn't understand," Lev said. "In America, I have my own car. There's more food than you can eat, all the… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“They did not suspect her for a moment. It did not occur to them that a woman could be dangerous. How foolish they were.… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Remember our story. You’re going to visit a cousin who has just started to farm in North Carolina. You’re taking gifts.” “Even though we’re… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“And here's my advice to you. If you get the chance of the mad kind of love, grab it with both hands, and to… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Two blades clashed, ringing like a bell. Like all small boys, Philip thought his father was invincible; and this was the moment when he… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“It had been a morning of vivid images: the man-made streams, the rats in the butchers’ shops, the stacks of new-minted silver pennies, and… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“tickets and lifts begged on carts, but Grigori was mesmerized by her face as she talked. Once again Lev listened with rapt attention, making… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“A man who has no fear can do anything he wants, Feliks thought. He had learned that lesson eleven years ago, in a railway… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Alison was relieved: she would have hated to see Mary lose her dignity as well as her life. “Follow me,” said the sheriff. Mary… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
