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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.

Bernard Cornwell

You know what circumcision is, Private?
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Circumcision Knows Private
Because there could not be peace, not while two tribes shared one land. One tribe must win.
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Change Land War Winning
I know nothing about producing TV drama and any involvement on my part is liable to prove an obstacle to the producers, so I prefer to be a cheerleader and let them get on with it.
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Cheerleader Drama Obstacle Procedure
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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Alone Company Happiness Leave Lost Miss Soul
Book tours and research provide a lot of travel – too much, I sometimes think, but we do take vacations.
BERNARD CORNWELL

Book Thinking Travel Vacation
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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Awkward God Heaven Latin Suppose
Only a fool wants war, but once a war starts then it cannot be fought half-heartedly. It cannot even be fought with regret, but must be waged with a savage joy in defeating the enemy, and it is that savage joy that inspires our bards to write their greatest songs about love and war.
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Fool Love Regret Savage Song Start
This is our land, mixed with our blood, strengthened with our bone. Ours!
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Blood Bone Land Our Strengthened
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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Change Cruel Nailed Truth Warrior
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.
BERNARD CORNWELL

Love Men Thinking Wanted Wrenches
Every day is ordinary, until it isn’t.
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Day Every Ordinary Unit
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.
BERNARD CORNWELL

Friendship Kings Queens Writing
We make children and wealth and amass land and build halls and assemble armies and give great feasts, but only one thing survives us. Reputation.
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Amass Army Children Feasts Land
Television is a young person’s medium.
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Mediums Person Television Young
Writing is a solitary occupation.
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Occupation Solitary Writing
So far it’s 43 books in 25 years.
BERNARD CORNWELL

Book Far Years

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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