“This is not a war, this is an exploration of how far men can be degraded.” — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
“This is not a war, this is a test of how far man can be degraded” — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
“All reality about me now appeared to be in tatters, taken down and reduced to the civil war of its particles. I… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
To have been able to write the books I wanted to write, on demanding subjects like war and the history of psychiatry,… — 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… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
“All reality about me now appeared to be in tatters, taken down and reduced to the civil war of its particles. I… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
There arent many great passages written about food, but I love one by George Millar, who worked for the SOE in the… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
“Weir heard something different in the sounds. Once, during a period of calm, he sat on the firestep waiting for Stephen to… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
The men loved jokes, though they had heard each one before. Jack's manner was persuasive; few of them had seen the old… — 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
