Alric Quotes & Sayings

Sir Alric is big on self-motivation, initiative, that kind of guff. — Gabriella Poole

I couldn't rid myself of the sense that Roy was in danger somehow, that old demons were driving him toward an abyss, and that if only I was a better brother, my intervention would prevent his fall. — Barack Obama

To me, history ought to be a source of pleasure. It isn't just part of our civic responsibility. To me, it's an enlargement of the experience of being alive, just the way literature or art or music is.
[The Title Always Comes Last; NEH 2003 Jefferson Lecturer interview profile] — David McCullough

There are experts in little things but there are no experts in big things. There are experts in this fact and that fact but there are no moral experts. — Peter Ustinov

rubbing the ointment into the creases of his knuckles, massaging — Diana Gabaldon

You never so touch the ocean of God's love as when you forgive and love your enemies. — Corrie Ten Boom

Companies leverage two basic pulleys of human behavior to increase the likelihood of an action occuring: the ease of performing an action and the psychological motivation to do it. — Nir Eyal

It was a trap after all," Alric said. He turned to Royce. "My apologies for doubting your sound paranoia. — Michael J. Sullivan

We should differentiate between criminals who make violent threats online, and trolls who are just arseholes — Bonnie Greer

Royce dismounted and handed the reins of his horse to Hadrian. "I'm going to scout up ahead and make sure there are no surprises waiting." He left with surprising swiftness in a hunched run. He entered the shadows of the ravine and vanished.

"How does he do that?" Alric asked.

"Creepy, isn't it?" Hadrian said.

"How did he do what?" Myron stared at a cattail he had plucked just before they left the lakeside. "These things are marvelous, by the way. — Michael J. Sullivan

Sophia Loren said, Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical. — Sherry Argov

You think he's still alive?" Royce asked, nodding his head toward Alric.
"Sure," Hadrian replied without bothering to look. "He's probably sleeping. Why do you ask?"
"I was just pondering something. Do you think a person could smother in a wet potato bag?"
Hadrian lifted his head and looked over at the motionless prince. "I really hadn't thought about it until now. — Michael J. Sullivan

Alric looked up at the thief with a scowl. "I just want to say for the record that as far as royal protectors go, you're not very good."
"It's my first day," Royce replied dryly.
"And already I'm trapped in a timeless prison. I shudder to think what might have happened if you had a whole week. — Michael J. Sullivan

The greatest minds and the most advanced engineering went into its creation. They carved the prison out of solid rock from the face of the
mountains just north of the lake. They sealed it not only with metal, stone, and wood but also with ancient and powerful enchantments. In the end, when it was finished, it was believed to be the most secure prison in the world."
"They must have had some really nasty criminals back then to go to so much trouble," Hadrian said.
"No," Myron replied matter-of-factly, "just one."
"One?" Alric asked. "An entire prison designed to hold just one man?"
"His name was Esrahaddon. — Michael J. Sullivan

Standing in the middle of the cellar with a sickened look on his face, Alric said, "I can't believe I'm being subjected to this."

"Consider it a vacation," Hadrian suggested. "For at least one day you get to pretend you are nobody, a common peasant, the son of a blacksmith perhaps."

"No," Royce said, preparing his own sleeping space but keeping his boots on. "They might expect him to know things like how to use a hammer. And look at his hands. Anyone could tell he was lying."

"Most people have jobs that require the use of their hands, Royce," Hadrian pointed out. He spread his cloak over himself and turned on his side. "What could a common peasant do that monks wouldn't know the first thing about and wouldn't cause calluses?"

"He could be a thief or a whore."

They both looked at the prince, who cringed at his prospects. "I'm taking the cot," Alric said. — Michael J. Sullivan

The rarest feeling that ever lights a human face is the contentment of a loving soul. — Henry Ward Beecher

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own. — D.H. Lawrence

Writing fiction for money is a mug's game. — Stephen King

If chance be the Father of all flesh,
Disaster is his rainbow in the sky,
And when you hear
State of Emergency!
Sniper Kills Ten!
Troops on Rampage!
Whites go Looting!
Bomb Blasts School!
It is but the sound of man worshiping his maker. — Steve Turner

The television, iPod, and Internet have trespassed upon the innocence of America's children, while preoccupied mothers and dispassionate fathers stare aghast wondering what went wrong. They don't stop to think of their own contributions to the persuasions influencing their children. After all, where do kids as young as elementary age get money to rent rock videos and the latest rap DVDs? — Billy Graham

Your failure to be informed, does not make me a wacko. — John Loeffler

Royce cast a harsh and anxious look at the prince.
"What?" Alric asked.
"I thought we discussed the importance of keeping a low profile."
"Oh, please." The prince waved a hand at the thief. "I don't think it will
get me killed if this monk knows I'm the king. Look at him. I've seen
drowned rats more formidable. — Michael J. Sullivan

Alric! Stop it!" Pickering snapped at him. "You mustn't let the men see you crying!"
Fury flared in Alric, and he spun on the count. "No? No? Look at them! They are dying for me. They are dying on my order! I say they do have a right to see their king! They all have a right to see their king!"
Alric wiped the tears from his cheeks and gathered his reins. "I'm tired of this. I'm tired of having my face put in the dirt! I won't stand it. I'm tired of being helpless. That's my city, built by my ancestors! If my people chose to fight, then, by Maribor, I want them to know it's me they fight!"
The prince put on his helm, drew his father's large sword and spurred his horse forward, not at the trench but at the castle gate itself. — Michael J. Sullivan

'The grief didn't fade, but it changed into something I could carry around with me, a noose I wore around my neck. It wasn't until I saw you that the knot loosened.' — Sara Bell

Watching yourself on screen is always a little weird, but I didn't cringe when I saw myself on 'The Hour.' It actually exceeded my expectations; every shot looks like a vintage postcard and even my most brutally honest friends have said they think it's good. — Oona Chaplin