What I like in novels that I read and enjoy is interplay of theme: the mystery of how we seem to be so separate as human beings. — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
“Under the treaty of Sevres in 1920 Greece had been given Smyrna, and by 1922 the Greek army was trying to push its way… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
In the 1970s, British food was beginning to get good, whereas in France it was just starting its long, sad decline. My most memorable… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
“It was more wonderful than making love with a negro boxer on Mr Singer’s billiard table.” — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
I am a romantic, in a literary way, by which I mean the Romantic poets, who thought just because a sensation is fleeting doesn't… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
I suppose that each of us may have a great moment in our life, a month, a week a year, when we are most… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
If not just the brain but the quirks that made the individual were composed of recycled matter only, it was hard to be sure… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
I don't do interviews at home any more because my wife doesn't like having her taste in interiors put through the mill. And I… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
The past was suddenly rushing in on me in a way I found hard to fight. — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
He saw a picture in his mind of a terrible piling up of the dead. It came from his contemplation of the church, but… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
“Stephen watched the packets of lives with their memories and loves go spinning and vomiting into the ground. Death had no meaning, but still… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
From an early age she had developed the art of being alone and generally preferred her own company to anyone else’s. She read books… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
Why would a novel - which is all about the inward processes of people's developing feelings and developing relationships - why would you be… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
“I liked slicing through the beige brain when it had been fixed; the texture reminded me of cooked cauliflower. It was wonderful to hold… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
“Until we can navigate in time, I'm not sure that we can prove that what happened is real.” — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
