We don’t build,’ I said to my son, ‘we just destroy.
BERNARD CORNWELLResearch is a lifelong occupation so it’s hard to factor it in, but I reckon most books take 5 months from start to finish.
More Bernard Cornwell Quotes
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I do understand that you can look into someone’s eyes,” I heard myself saying, “and suddenly know that life will be impossible without them.
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Research is a lifelong occupation so it’s hard to factor it in, but I reckon most books take 5 months from start to finish.
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This is our land, mixed with our blood, strengthened with our bone. Ours!
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Because there could not be peace, not while two tribes shared one land. One tribe must win.
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The bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet I would write in praise of friendship.
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Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation… Men die, they said, but reputation does not die.
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A man does not see where he treads in battle, for he is watching the enemy.
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Every day is ordinary, until it isn’t.
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Looking back, of course, it was irresponsible, mad, forlorn, idiotic, but if you don’t take chances then you’ll never have a winning hand, and I’ve no regrets.
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Writing is a solitary occupation.
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Book tours and research provide a lot of travel – too much, I sometimes think, but we do take vacations.
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We discover that it is all an illusion and nothing is there. Lust is a voyage to nowhere, to an empty land, but some men just love such voyages and never care about the destination. Love is a voyage too, a voyage with no destination except death, but a voyage of bliss.
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You know what circumcision is, Private?
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Love is a dangerous thing. It comes in disguise to change our life… Lust is the deceiver. Lust wrenches our lives until nothing matters except the one we think we love, and under that deceptive spell we kill for them, give all for them, and then, when we have what we have wanted.
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I sometimes wonder what would have happened if the first book had not sold… doesn’t bear thinking about, but I suppose we’d have made it work somehow.
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