Grief is a peculiar emotion.

— Sebastian Faulks

Have you ever been lonely? No, neither have I. Solitary, yes. Alone, certainly. But lonely means minding about being on your own. I've never minded about it.

— Sebastian Faulks

He didn’t ask himself if she was beautiful, because the physical effect of her presence made the question insignificant.

— Sebastian Faulks

Heisenberg and Bohr and Einstein strike me as being like gifted retriever dogs. Off they go, not just for an afternoon, but for ten years; they come back exhausted and triumphant and drop at your feet... a vole. It's a remarkable thing in its way, a vole—intricate, beautiful really, marvelous. But does it... Does it help? Does it move the Matt

— Sebastian Faulks

He tried to sleep, but his head was filled with the faces of lunatics, their palsied hands, their shattered eyes.

— Sebastian Faulks

How grand, to be a Doctor of whatever and to weigh up and decide people's future.

— Sebastian Faulks

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 mean it isn't valuable. If the only criterion of value is whether something lasts, then the whole of human life is a waste of time.

— Sebastian Faulks

I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.

— Sebastian Faulks

I'd never chosen to be alone, but that was the way things had turned out, and I'd grown used to it.

— Sebastian Faulks

I know. I was there. Furthermore, I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.

— Sebastian Faulks