So what are you planning to do with the rest of your life?Develop a drinking problem. More Scotch, please.
Vicary had decided he wanted to contribute. He wanted to do something instead of watching the world through his well-guarded window.
He felt as though the bones of his ribcage were snapping beneath the weight of the stone that God had laid over his heart.
The further we are from the last disaster, the closer we are to the next.
We all leave behind bits of loose thread. Old operations, old enemies. They pull at you, like memories of old lovers.
After more than five years, some agents might be tempted to become complacent. Catherine would never become complacent. It was one of the reasons she survived when others had been arrested and hanged.
Jews don’t camp…The last time the Jews went camping, they spent forty years wandering in the desert.
Perhaps the Allies will engage in some trickery. A diversionary landing, perhaps as you yourself have suggested, my Fuhrer. But the real strike will come here. At Calais.
Why, we’re simply going to create an army of a million men. Conjure it up, I’m afraid, completely out of thin air.
For every terrorist we kill, there’s another boy waiting to step forward and pick up the stone or the gun. They’re like shark’s teeth: break one and another will rise in it’s place.