Joeann Lipson

“And you?”

“Oh, I will go back to Century House and start again. And go back each night to my small flat and listen
to my music and eat my baked beans. And you will go back to Nikki, my friend, and hold her very tight,
and write your books and forget all this. Hamburg, Vienna, Malta, Tripoli, Cyprus—forget it. It’s all
over.”
― Frederick Forsyth, The Deceiver

“It's not the answer you wanted to hear," Pha said.
"It's the truth," Katrina said stepping onto the walk leading to the back door. "The truth's better than hearing nothing.”
― Andrea Luhman, Missing Wings

“You are Popovic, right?’
Steve jumped to his feet and saluted. ‘Stefan Popovic, Flight Lieutenant RAF, sir.’
He was facing a man in the uniform of a colonel in the British Army. His first impression was that this was a man better suited to civilian dress than military uniform. He was in his middle years, with a round face, a high forehead and thick-rimmed glasses. They had not spoken before, but he knew who he was. Colonel Bailey had been dropped by parachute to the headquarters of General Draza Mihailovic on Christmas Day, as a representative of the British government. ‘But in spite of the name, you are not a Yugoslav, I’m told,’ the colonel continued.
‘No, sir. I’m an American. My grandparents emigrated to Alaska from Macedonia before the last war.”
― Holly Green

“A new word had entered the lexicon of nuclear war planning: megadeath. It was a unit of measurement. One megadeath equaled one million fatalities—and the nation was bound to suffer a great many megadeaths during a thermonuclear war.”
― Eric Schlosser, Command and Control: Nuclear Weapons, the Damascus Accident, and the Illusion of Safety