This is our land, mixed with our blood, strengthened with our bone. Ours!
BERNARD CORNWELLSo far it’s 43 books in 25 years.
More Bernard Cornwell Quotes
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We don’t build,’ I said to my son, ‘we just destroy.
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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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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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Latin! The language of God! Or perhaps He speaks Hebrew? I suppose that’s more likely and it will make things rather awkward in heaven, won’t it? Will we all have to learn Hebrew?
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You know what circumcision is, Private?
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I’ll happily mentor anyone who wants mentoring, and most of that goes on by internet rather than face to face.
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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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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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You’ll call me damned Jew, a Christ murderer, a secret worshipper of pigs and a kidnapper of Christian children. How absurd! Who would want to kidnap children, Christian or otherwise? Vile things.
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Even the nailed god cannot change that truth. And I was a warrior, and in a world at war the warrior must be cruel.
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The existence of tricks does not imply the absence of magic.
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Television is a young person’s medium.
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Know that their voice can make your heart miss a beat and that their company is all your happiness can ever desire and that their absence will leave your soul alone, bereft and lost.
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But when you have order, you don’t need Gods. When everything is well ordered and disciplined then nothing is unexpected.
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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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