Edge of Eternity
by Ken Follett
(London, Pan Books, 2014)
It would be like checking herself into a lunatic asylum and pretending all the other inmates were sane.
Marriage is a promise. You can’t keep a promise only when it suits you. You have to keep it against your inclination. That’s what it means.
Communists were as conservative about art as Victorian matrons.
She watched the emotions ross his face: men were easy to read.
He had the look of a man desperately trying to think of a story and failing to come up with something that would meet all the facts.
Typing was as unique as handwriting. Every machine had its own characteristics. The letters were never perfectly aligned: some were a little raised, some off centre. Individual letters became worn or damaged in distinctive ways. In consequence, police experts could match a typewriter to its product.
Liberalization proceeded by two steps forward and one back.
A man hates the person he has wronged, paradoxically, I think it’s because the victim is a perpetual reminder that the behaved shamefully.
Moral rules must be obeyed when it doesn’t suit us. Otherwise, why would we need rules?
No one’s an angel - especially if he’s a man.
Women listen. Men talk.
Gorky Park was an oasis in the desert of earnest Communism, a place Muscovites could go simply to have fun. People put on their best clothes, bought ice cream and candy, flirted with strangers and kissed in the bushes.
Communism was supposed to be a joyous crusade to make a better world. Sometimes the Soviet Union was more like a medieval monastery where everyone had taken vows of poverty and obedience.