You won't regret the men you never killed, but you will regret the women you passed up.
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
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
And yes, there's a simplicity to writing books because you're not a member of a team, so you make all the decisions yourself instead of deferring to … - Bernard Cornwell
And yes, there's a simplicity to writing books because you're not a member of a team, so you make all the decisions yourself instead of deferring to …
Because there could not be peace, not while two tribes shared one land. One tribe must win. Even the nailed god cannot change that truth. And I was a… - Bernard Cornwell
Because there could not be peace, not while two tribes shared one land. One tribe must win. Even the nailed god cannot change that truth. And I was a…
Book tours and research provide a lot of travel - too much, I sometimes think, but we do take vacations. - Bernard Cornwell
Book tours and research provide a lot of travel - too much, I sometimes think, but we do take vacations.
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 n… - Bernard Cornwell
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 n…
You know what circumcision is, Private? - Bernard Cornwell
You know what circumcision is, Private?
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 cheerlead… - Bernard Cornwell
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 cheerlead…
There are seasons of our lives when nothing seems to be happening, when no smoke betrays a burned town or homestead and few tears are shed for the ne… - Bernard Cornwell
There are seasons of our lives when nothing seems to be happening, when no smoke betrays a burned town or homestead and few tears are shed for the ne…
We don't build,' I said to my son, 'we just destroy. - Bernard Cornwell
We don't build,' I said to my son, 'we just destroy.
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