Author of quotes: Bernard Cornwell. Page 3

Alfred is a good man.
Good, but you got to admit you once wanted to be in his company? Do you ever remember a joke to share it with Alfred? Someone once sat with him by the fire, making the king of riddles? We ever sang together?

I lost the boots, he said. It seemed to be bothering him more than what he was on the verge of death.

In a strange land of Northumbria all began that day even more strange.

Thor and One was wandering around our hills, slept in our valleys, loved our women and drank from our sources, so it seemed our neighbors. What else I liked about the old gods is that they were not obsessed with us, ordinary people. They had their own lives, their battles and love Affairs, and seemed for the most part the gods just don't pay attention to us.

We are all afraid of something. Fear creeps inside you like a wild beast, scratching claws your insides, makes your muscles weak, trying to play a bad joke with your gut. He wants you writhed and cried, but the fear must be dropped and to call upon all their skills and then help you ferocity.

- Who killed?
King.
- Did he die well?
- No.
- So he was an unworthy king.

I sensed the smell of blood and shit were the smells of battle.

It's got too many green grass of religion and now hurts because of this. But he's a good man, very decent. Too thin, Yes, but good. Holy in the flesh, no more, no less.

Some people pick up God, like a disease.

Chaos can bring great fun. Hide all the world's evil out the door and tell people that they've never, ever should ever have to open it, and the door must be opened because in the destruction lies the true joy.

We are able to achieve much in this life if we try. We have babies and profiting from the wealth, hoard of land and build houses, collect the army and ask sumptuous feasts, but only one thing will outlive us: a good name.

Touch the harp, receives only the noise, but play on it and there will be music.

All these people were part of my life, strings strung on the frame of Uhtred, Lord, and influenced each other, and together all played music of my life

Life is just life. We live, we die, we go to Valhalla. There's no music, just in case. Fate is relentless.