There comes a time when one must take the position that it is neither safe nor politic nor popular, but he must do it because his conscience tells him it is right.

My taste runs to hourglasses, maps, seventeenth-century typefaces, etymologies, the taste of coffee, and the prose of Robert Louis Stevenson.

Knowledge has the power to advance the mind.

Travel is sold as freedom, but we were about as free as lab rats. This is how they'll manage the next Holocaust, I thought, as I shuffled forward in my stockinged feet: they'll simply issue us with air tickets and we'll do whatever we're told

Written By Robert Harris

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