Sebastian Faulks War Quotations
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- Sun Tzu
- Napoleon Bonaparte
- Winston Churchill
- Abraham Lincoln
- Niccolo Machiavelli
- George W Bush
- Thomas Jefferson
- Carl Von Clausewitz
- Dwight D Eisenhower
- Ronald Reagan
- Noam Chomsky
- Adolf Hitler
- William Shakespeare
- Albert Einstein
- Robert E Lee
- Franklin D Roosevelt
- Kurt Vonnegut
- George Orwell
- Douglas Macarthur
- John F Kennedy
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Book Quotes
There aren't many great passages written about food, but I love one by George Millar, who worked for the SOE in the second world war and wrote a book called 'Horned Pigeon.' He had been on the run and hadn't eaten for a week, and his description of the cheese fondue he smells in the peasant kitchen of a house in eastern France is unbelievable.
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Books Quotes
To have been able to write the books I wanted to write, on demanding subjects like war and the history of psychiatry, and for them to have sold in the numbers they have - and then go around saying: 'Actually, I'd also like to have won the Costa Book of the Year?' That would be ridiculous.
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Running Quotes
There arent many great passages written about food, but I love one by George Millar, who worked for the SOE in the second world war and wrote a book called Horned Pigeon. He had been on the run and hadnt eaten for a week, and his description of the cheese fondue he smells in the peasant kitchen of a house in eastern France is unbelievable.
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Laughter Quotes
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 performance had on his audience. The noise of their laughter roared like the sea in his ears. He wanted it louder and louder; he wanted them to drown out the war with their laughter. If the could should loud enough, they might bring the world back to its senses; they might laugh loud enough to raise the dead.
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Wings Quotes
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 than the beat of a wing against the weight of time.