Bernard Cornwell

Life is a jest of the Gods and there is no justice. You must learn to laugh… or else you'll weep yourself to death. ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#life #religion #weep #death

Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light on broken glass. ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#readers-and-writers #writing-craft #writing-craft

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

Pelos ossos de Deus, Tom, o diabo fez um serviço ruim quando trepou com sua mãe. ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#humor #humor

Nor did he care about his childhood, for certainly I never heard him speak of it. I once questioned him about his early days and he would not answer. ‘What is the egg to the eagle?’ he asked me… ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#human-nature #living #perspective #quote #quotes

Lord Derfel, you do insult a man so very easily. What was it to be? My head in a pit dunged by slaves? What a paltry imagination you do have. Mine, I fear, sometimes seems excessive, even to me. ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#imagination

We all suffer from dreams ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#false-hope #illusions #suffering #death

Book tours and research provide a lot of travel - too much, I sometimes think, but we do take vacations. ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#i #lot #much #provide #research

At risk of sounding foully pompous I think that writers' groups are probably very useful at the beginning of a writing career. ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#career #groups #i #i think #pompous

Agents will read unpublished work because they might make money, and that's their job. It isn't mine. ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#because #job #make #might #mine