Busy is good, isn't it? Busy means we're hard at it, achieving our ends or "goals." Haven't had time to stop, or look around or think. That's considered the sign of a life well lived ... Suppose, though, you're not… — 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 stories so well delivered. Jack himeself laughed a little, but he was able to see the effect his… — 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 up the Aegean coast. The Turks, however, had found a leader in Mustafa Kemal (Kemal Atatürk) with no regard for treaties and a committed hatred of the Greeks. He drove their army back into Smyrna, and… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share
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 it had its own clarity: the row on row, the deep rotting earth hollowed out to hold them, while the efforts of the living, with all their works and wars and great buildings, were no more… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share
“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
