My Counterfeit Self Quotes

“For two days, fire raged four times hotter than the surface of the sun, until there was nothing left to burn.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“the Prime Minister of Fiji awarded each of the twenty-four surviving veterans three thousand pounds, saying, ‘Fiji is not prepared to wait for Britain to do the right thing.’ Let me repeat that: Britain is not prepared to do the right thing.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“Roy Prescott of Burton upon Trent was the first British soldier to be awarded compensation by the US government. He received forty thousand pounds under the US Radiation Exposure Compensation Act.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“Acting’s my living, but activism keeps me alive’.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“Don’t mistake the kind of person you’d like to be for the kind of person you are.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“Like a lollipop?” Seeing her hesitate, he added, “Unless you’ve made your own banner.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“Let the Cry-babies Howl! It’s GREAT Britain Again.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“The atom bomb wasn’t used in Korea,” Father contributed. They really didn’t see it. “America planned to use the bomb,” she insisted. “Everything was in place, waiting for the word. It was dangerously close to becoming another Hiroshima.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“imagine somebody exactly like you on a small island somewhere, and that you are writing for them and them alone. Find simple ways to say what you feel. Give your words room to breathe.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“A small core glowed bright within Lucy. She had swallowed the moon.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“There’s no one more dangerous than someone who believes they’re doing God’s work.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“Not everything that falls within the law is right. Don’t be trapped into thinking it is.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self

“The soft thud of heavy heads on mulched bark, one after another. To Lucy, the sound of each impact was amplified: great timpani struck with felt-tipped drumsticks, bouncing off the low ceiling of a basement jazz club.”
― Jane Davis, My Counterfeit Self