Quotes from Gillian Bradshaw

You are like Odysseus, who could go out onto the great sea, lose all his goods and his friends, come to the boundaries of death, and return still himself.

Until that moment she had not really noticed him. Now she felt as though she'd stubbed her toe on a rock, and looked down to find that it was part of a buried city.

The hermit Anthony once told me that a monk is like a fish: take him out of his element and he dies. Silence is his element. In silence you can trade this shoddy world for Heaven.

Your notion of what dignity demands is so different from a Roman's. A Roman noble might swallow a dozen insults which a Sarmatian would kill for, but he'd be outraged at the suggestion he could rest in a stable.

Por Dios, Atanarico, eras tú! ¡Nunca hubo nadie aparte de ti! ¿No es evidente?