“I am scared of the way they are clinging to the French and Belgian ports, even though they’ve been pushed out of most of the rest of France. There is something about it that spooks me. They’ve lost.” — 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
