“A flicker of fear, but it faded. The man looked round the room again, as if searching for something, but for something inside himself, Colin thought. For something he ought to feel, and couldn't.” — 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
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
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
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
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
'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
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
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
Fiction should be about moral dilemmas that are so bloody difficult that the author doesn't know the answer. — Pat Barker Copy Share
My grandmother's first husband was a spiritualist medium. What fascinates me about that is the balance between conviction and sincerity and trickery, which is… — Pat Barker Copy Share
“It was... the Great White God de-throned, I suppose. Because we did, we quite unselfconsciously assumed we were the measure of all things. That… — Pat Barker Copy Share
Sometimes, in the trenches, you get the sense of something, ancient. One trench we held, it had skulls in the side, embedded, like mushrooms.… — Pat Barker Copy Share
