“Dot slapped the loaf down onto the table along with more of the same delicious-looking butter Marianne had provided, and honey this time. No rations in this part of the world. She spread the butter thinly, not wanting to appear greedy.
"Give it here." Dot grabbed the knife from her and spread the butter about half an inch thick. "We don't stand on ceremony." Then she put a dollop of honey in the middle and tipped the bread until it drizzled to the very edge. "Can't have you dying of starvation in the middle of the common."
Highly unlikely that would happen. She wouldn't fit into any of her clothes if she kept eating this way.”
Source: The Woman in the Green Dress
“Myth: Bail-in plans would recapitalize big banks. Fact: big banks are far too insolvent to remotely be in a position for such restoration.”
Source: Economic Warfare: Secrets of Wealth Creation in the Age of Welfare Politics
“तुम अच्छी हो।'
'तुम अच्छे नहीं हो।'
'तुम फिर भी अच्छी हो।'
'तुम फिर भी अच्छे नहीं हो।'
'इससे क्या हुआ? तुम अच्छी हो।' उसने कहा।
'इससे बहुत कुछ हुआ। तुम भी अच्छे हो।' मैंने कहा।”
Source: परिन्दे का इन्तज़ार-सा कुछ / Parinde Ke Intzaar-Sa Kuchh
“From gold bricks to promise to pay. Psychological warfare with spiritual arsenal. They fire off missiles & it's oppression at every turn. May Day, May Day, it's a turn in of our true value, shot down from the sky and treated as enemies.”
Source: The Land Flowing With Milk And Honey
“At one stopover on the train journey home, Hans told his sister Inge later, he saw a young girl with the Star of David on her breast; she was repairing tracks on the line, along with other people with yellow badges on their clothes. Her face was pallid, sunken in; her eyes, beyond grief and terror. Impulsively, Hans thrust his rations in her hand. She looked up at him, then at his uniform. She threw the packet of food to the ground.
He scooped it up, wiped off the dust, and picked a daisy growing by the side of the tracks. He placed the package, with the daisy on top, at her feet. He said, "I would have liked to give you a little pleasure." He boarded the train.
When he looked back, the girl was standing there, watching the train disappear, the flower in her hair.”
Source: Shattering the German Night: The Story of the White Rose
“Their eyes met; neither would forget.”
Source: Shattering the German Night: The Story of the White Rose
“The Greatest” is a bite-your-tongue-book. Ultimately a tragic tale it is also immensely uplifting and easily the best footballer biography I have ever read.”
“When, in May, tensions reached a high point, London warned Berlin that if it attacked Czechoslovakia and the French were embroiled as well, "His Majesty's Government could not guarantee that they would not be forced by circumstances to become involved also". Ar the same time, English officials were telling their counterparts in Paris that they were "not disinterested" in Czechoslovakia's fate. I learned in the course of my own career that British diplomats are trained to write in with precision; so when a double negative is employed, the intent, usually, is not to clarify an issue but to surround it with fog.”
Source: Prague Winter: A Personal Story of Remembrance and War, 1937-1948
“For Reagan,for his contemporaries, and many in the generations after them, the word Munich was understood as code for any nation's stepping back from necessary toughness”
Source: Tip and the Gipper: When Politics Worked
“Mammoth columns were rooted in the flagstones and the sawdust. Arches flew in broad hoops from capital to capital; crossing in diagonals, they groined the barrel-vaults that hung dimly above the smoke. The place should have been lit by pine-torches in stanchions. It was beginning to change, turning now, under my clouding glance, into the scenery for some terrible Germanic saga, where snow vanished under the breath of dragons whose red-hot blood thawed sword-blades like icicles. It was a place for battle-axes and bloodshed and the last pages of the Nibelungenlied when the capital of Hunland is in flames and everybody in the castle hacked to bits. Things grew quickly darker and more fluid; the echo, the splash, the boom and the road of fast currents sunk this beer-hall under the Rhine-bed; it became a cavern full of more dragons, misshapen guardians of gross treasure; or the fearful abode, perhaps, where Beowulf, after tearing the Grendel's arm out of its socket, tracked him over the snow by the bloodstains and, reaching the mere's edge, dived in to swim many fathoms down and slay his loathsome water-hag of a mother in darkening spirals of gore.”
Source: A Time of Gifts