David Gemmell
David Gemmell
David Andrew Gemmellwas a British author of heroic fantasy, best known for his debut, Legend. A former journalist and newspaper editor, Gemmell had his first work of fiction published in 1984. He went on to write over thirty novels. Gemmell's works display violence, yet also explore themes of honour, loyalty and redemption. There was always a strong heroic theme but nearly always the heroes were flawed in some way. With over one million copies sold, his work continues to sell...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth1 August 1948
A man's strength is ultimately born of his knowledge of his own weakness ...
No one can take away the freedom of a man's soul.
What is life if a man cannot count on his friends when he has gone mad?
Never be glad that another man has died. Not ever . [...] It never ends. Never ... ever ... be glad to kill.
Why now? Why not? Live or die, a man and a woman need love. There is a need in the race. We need to share. To belong. Perhaps you will die before the year is out. But remember this: to have may be taken from you, to have had never. Far better to have tasted love before dying, than to die alone.
The truth. Men will blind themselves with hot irons, rather than face it.
A man should not risk his life for beauty alone, Kiall, for that fades. You might as well risk it for a rose. Think on it.
a man can overcome his background, even as he can overcome a skilled opponent.
Some people are born ugly. It's not their fault, and I for one have never held it against a man that he is ugly. but others and I count myself among them are born with handsome features. That's a gift that should not be lightly taken away.
But men don't come in just two groups, one of gold and the other of lead. They are a mix of both." "And what about women?" "Pure gold, my girl," Rayvan answered with a chuckle.
War. What was it about the prospect of some bloody enterprises that reduced men to the level of animals?
A man cannot spend his life worrying about the unexpected.
You are getting too old for this." "A man is as old as he feels, woman!" "And how old do you feel?" "About ninety.
Bow to nothing, son. I make mistakes as well as any man. If you think me wrong, be so good as to damn well say so.