The physical shock took away the pain of being.

— Sebastian Faulks

There aren't many great passages written about food, but I love one by George Miller, 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.

— Sebastian Faulks

There is an arch supported by four vast columns. Etched over hundreds and hundreds of yards of stone, furlongs of stone, there are names: "Who are these, these? The men who died in this battle?"" No. The lost, the ones they did not find. The others are in the cemeteries."" These are just the ... the unfound." When she could speak again. From the whole war?" The man shook his head. "Just these fields." Elizabeth sat on the steps. "No one told me. My God no one told me,

— Sebastian Faulks

There was a pretty young woman I used to see pegging out sheets and I worried that she would grow old there and that no one would know how beautiful she was. And maybe she would die without ever having really lived.

— Sebastian Faulks

The thing about opium is that it makes pain or difficulty unimaginable.

— Sebastian Faulks

The thought of all that happiness was hard to bear. What's the point of happiness when all it does is throw the facts of dying into clear relief?

— Sebastian Faulks

Until she had had children of her own she had not been able to contemplate the death of either of her parents; when the subject had arisen, in conversation or in her own imagining, she had said only: I just don't know what I'd do.

— Sebastian Faulks

Until we can navigate in time, I'm not sure that we can prove that what happened is real.

— Sebastian Faulks

We all operate on different levels of awareness. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing.

— Sebastian Faulks

We're not really conscious of what we're doing most of the time.

— Sebastian Faulks