Quotes from Bernard Cornwell

Uma das coisas que não suporto nos cristãos é sua admiração pela humildade. Imagine transformar a humildade numa virtude! Humildade! Você consegue imaginar um céu cheio somente de humildes? Que ideia pavorosa! A comida ficaria fria enquanto todo mundo ia passando os pratos uns para os outros. A humildade não é boa, Derfel. A raiva e o egoísmo são as qualidades que fazem o mundo marchar.

man raised from the ranks to the officers' mess becomes adept at hiding his ignorance.

But you can get arrows from the

The truth cannot be hidden.

It was fate, I thought. Just fate. We think we control our own lives, but the gods play with us like children playing with straw dolls.

There's plenty of food here," Erik said dismissively. "We have fish traps and eel traps, we net wildfowl and eat well. And the prospect of silver and gold buys a lot of wheat, barley, oats, meat, fish, and ale.

houses. I remember the first time I ever climbed a Roman staircase, and how odd it felt, and I knew that in times gone by men must have taken such things for granted. Now the world was dung and straw and damp-ridden wood. We had stone masons, of course, but it was quicker to build from wood, and the wood rotted, but no one seemed to care. The whole

world rotted as we slid from light into darkness, getting ever nearer to the black chaos in which this middle world would end and the gods would fight and all love and light and laughter would dissolve.

All you need to know, boy, Finan growled, is that Lord Uhtred's side is the one that wins.

Now, waving flies from his face, he told the two deserters what they might expect.

I was hated, and I knew it. Part of it was my fault, I am arrogant.

He came from the gutters of England and anyone born and raised in those gutters knew that most persecution and oppression was inflicted by lawyers. Lawyers were the devil's servants who ushered men and women to the gallows, they were the vermin who gave orders to the bailiffs, they made their snares from statutes and became wealthy on their victims and when they were rich enough they became politicians so they could devise even more laws to make themselves even wealthier.

Morena como as sombras.

When you get to the Otherworld, boy' – he had turned back to me – 'you won't regret the men you never killed, but you will regret the women you passed up.

even be here,' Douglas snarled. The Scottish knights had been summoned by

You've got dirt on your forehead," I said, "so has he," I pointed to the other priest. "Because it's Good Friday, lord. The day our Lord died." "Is that why they call it good?

I imagined the pleasure Æthelred would take if he could seize Stiorra. He was my cousin and we had hated each other since childhood.

If you understand everything, then there is no room for magic.

Is all ordained? Foreknowledge is not fate, and we may choose our paths, yet fate says we may not choose them. So if fate is real, do we have a choice?

would rather draw a blade than settle an argument with words, for that is what a warrior does, but most men and women are not fighters. They crave peace. They want nothing more than to watch their children grow, to plant their seeds and live to see the harvest, to worship their god, to love their family and to be left in peace.

Besides, as I have never tired of telling my Christian followers, we pagans rarely persecute Christians. We believe there are many gods, so we accept another man's religion as his own affair, while Christians, who perversely insist that there is only one god, think it their duty to kill, maim, enslave, or revile anyone who disagrees. They tell me this is for our own good.

I decided to start a war, father, I said, cheerfully, it's so much more interesting than peace.

He liked to see men cowed and frightened, for that made them biddable, and Sergeant Hakeswill was always at his happiest when he was in control of unhappy men.

between the chaos of the world's birth and the chaos of the world's death is order, and order is made by oaths, and oaths bind us like the buckler of a harness.