Quotes from Elizabeth Wein

But while they stayed down, rolling around and trying to kill each other, Em jumped to her feet. Her costumes sometimes have little finishing touches that no one can see. She hadn't told me about this one.

Here he comes, moving among the enemies all on his own. Do you see? He acts alone, but he is not alone. He has an army behind him, also, my army; and with our lives we will fight to defend him.

Don't you think it makes them stronger when you give them someone to despise?

It makes you very uncomfortable to realize that your emotional attachment to something is an indulgence.

Driving like a man is one of her few foibles.

It's very modern. Very gamine. You look like a jazz singer.

Sometimes I feel as if the only thing I can do is write. It helps me think.

I realized I would be forced to run away from home if someone tried to arrange a marriage for me. I didn't want to think about it.

How do you ever hold on to anybody?

It's like being raised by wolves -- you don't realize you're not one yourself until someone points it out to you. Sometimes it makes me so mad that not everyone treats me just like another wolf.

I of course took the opportunity to interpose wi' pig-headed Wallace pride, 'I am not English, you ignorant Jerry bastard, I am a SCOT.

Have you ever loved anything?" "Yes. Yes. All the wrong things. The hunt, and darkness, and winter, and you, Godmother.

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 always be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

But she did it. Because you do. It is incredible what you do, knowing you have to. A

Ellen looked around the room with an odd expression, for the first few seconds not taking in the collection spread across the tables, but just taking in the library: the smell of ink and foxy paper and old wood, the green view of the river beyond the leaded casement window propped open just an inch. As if she loved it, but was a little scared to be there.

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.

What makes you shiver so?" He stared at me with hatred and derision. He sat with his knees drawn up close to his chest, his gloved hands in tight fists beneath his chin. "Come," I said, and held out an arm so that he might sit against my shoulder. He muttered, "I don't want your cold." "I offer you my warmth," I said. Reluctantly, resentfully, he curled himself into the hollow between my arm and chest.

Emmy and I are still Habte Sadek's favorite foreigners, and it is all because I wanted to look at his feet when I was eleven years old! But it never hurts to be polite to people.

Black Dove, let's write. Let's work on a story. Let's work on Glassland." "Make me a prisoner in the Fortress of Clarity." "Got to rescue you.

Don't you ever do that to me." "You know you'll never make as much of a fool of yourself as Horatio Augustus. So I won't have to.

That would be a slow and cruel death," said Gebe Meskal quietly. "He may survive a week on such a regime, but so little of a skin is not sufficient water for a man laboring in the desert." Telemakos said through his teeth, "It is for a child.

I mean, we are all in it together. None of us is innocent; none of us is alone." "You were both.

It was a nightmare I could never really define, to have so many people packed around me and not be able to communicate with any of them unless they felt like it.

I seem to be good at asking for trouble.