“For Mercier, it was the ceremony of the mass that eased his soul: the sweetish smoke trailing from the censer, the ringing of the bell, the Latin incantations of the priest. In Warsaw, he attended early mass, at a small… — Alan Furst Copy Share Image
“It was dawn by the time the detective showed up; tired and weary. Tired because he’d been called from his bed before dawn, weary… — Alan Furst Copy Share Image
“Luftmenschen were also eternal students, lost souls, young people who spent their lives arguing politics in cafés and drifting through the student communities of… — Alan Furst Copy Share Image
“There's a French saying, ‘Où le Dieu a vous semé, il faut savoir fleurir.’ Let's see, ‘Wherever God has planted you, you must know… — Alan Furst Copy Share Image
I don't just want my books to be about the '30s and '40s. I want them to read as if they had been written… — Alan Furst Copy Share Image
“Home at that moment was a starless night, a steady wind, not a human to be seen.” — Alan Furst Copy Share Image
“when at last they’d had to admit to themselves that they’d made all the love they could, had been a last meal. Like” — Alan Furst Copy Share Image
I write what I call 'novels of consolation' for people who are bright and sophisticated. — Alan Furst Copy Share Image
It takes me three months of research and nine months of work to produce a book. When I start writing, I do two pages… — Alan Furst Copy Share Image
Politicians were like talking dogs in a circus: the fact that they existed was uncommonly interesting, but no sane person would actually believe what… — Alan Furst Copy Share Image
I have a very serious censorship office inside my head; it censors things that I could tell you that you would never forget, and… — Alan Furst Copy Share Image
