Quotes from Elizabeth Wein

Hope is the most treacherous thing in the world. It lifts you and lets you plummet. But as long as you're being lifted you don't worry about plummeting.

Hope is treacherous, but how can you live without it?

It's like being in love, discovering your best friend.

KISS ME, HARDY! Kiss me, QUICK!

I am no longer afraid of getting old. Indeed I can't believe I ever said anything so stupid. So childish. So offensive and arrogant . But mainly, so very, very stupid. I desperately want to grow old.

But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth.

It's awful, telling it like this, isn't it? As though we didn't know the ending. As though it could have another ending. It's like watching Romeo drink poison. Every time you see it you get fooled into thinking his girlfriend might wake up and stop him. Every single time you see it you want to shout, 'You stupid ass, just wait a minute,' and she'll open her eyes! 'Oi, you , you twat, open your eyes, wake up! Don't die this time!' But they always do.

FLY THE PLANE, MADDIE.

Please come back soon. The window is always open.

Don't know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do.

Hope is the most treacherous thing in the world. It lifts you and lets you plummet. But as long as you're being lifted you don't worry about plummeting.

There's glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will

A whore, we've established that, filthy, it goes without saying, but whatever else the hell I am, I AM NOT ENGLISH.

We are a sensational team

Careless talk costs lives.

It was a rather extraordinary conversation if you think about it -- both of us speaking in code. But not military code, not Intelligence or Resistance code -- just feminine code.

How did you ever get here, Maddie Brodatt? 'Second to the right, and then straight on till morning,' she answered promptly-it did feel like Neverland. Crikey, am I so obviously Peter Pan? Maddie laughed. The Lost Boys give it away. Jamie studied his hands. Mother keeps the windows open in all our bedrooms while we're gone, like Mrs. Darling, just in case we come flying home when she's not expecting us.

Nothing like an arcane literary debate with your tyrannical master while you pass the time leading to your execution.

But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without something buoying them up.

Von Loewe really should know me well enough by now to realize that I am not going to face my execution without a fight. Or with anything remotely resembling dignity.

Incredible what slender threads you begin to hang your hopes on.

He just put his hand through the bulkhead, exactly as she'd done, and squeezed my shoulder. He has very strong fingers. And he kept his hand there the whole way home, even when he was reading the map and giving me headings. So I am not flying alone now after all.

And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.