Sara

“You see, I was lucky. I was in France at the beginning, when the Germans were right on top. And I was still in France at the end when we saw the Germans on the run. I know how Frenchmen felt all that time. I’d been part of their existence for a long while. I love France—people just don’t realize how much she suffered. Six hundred thousand French people died because of World War II: two hundred and forty thousand of them in prisons and concentration camps. And yet there were always escape routes and “safe houses” for our men shot down over there and trying to get away. There was always a Resistance movement. Churchill says it shortened the war by six months. I know how they fought. And, because I know, I’m proud of them and love them, just the same as I’m proud of what we did and love my own country. ‘I’m glad I was there. I’m glad I did what I did. I hate wars and violence but, if they come, then I don’t see why we women should just wave our men a proud good-bye and then knit them balaclavas. ‘And if I had to choose now whether I’d have my wealth, or the four years that caused me to lose it, all over again, I know what I’d say. I’d want the four years all over again. You see, in those days we knew what we were fighting and we had a job to do. We did it. I may have lost a lot during the war, especially Henri: but I made a lot of friends and I did what I felt I had to do. And plenty of other people lost more, or did more, than ever I did.’ Those are Nancy Wake’s last words on the subject of her war. It is only right that they should conclude this book.”
― Russell Braddon, Nancy Wake: World War Two's Most Rebellious Spy

“E così avvenne che quando il ragazzo che sarebbe stato il mio pupillo subì la mia influenza, io gli insegnai secondo le antiche tradizioni dell'antica Roma, e della Roma repubblicana, e secondo le idee del vecchio vescovo Alarico e di Palagio, e secondo le idee che regnavano a Camelot ai tempi di mio padre e di suo padre, e che non erano le idee della nuova Roma. Il ragazzo a cui feci da maestro apprese la pulizia, la semplice religiosità, la disciplina e la vita di un guerriero. Apprese a godere la bontà della vita, a godere e ad apprezzare la bontà e la forza delle donne, e ad accettare per vere l'intrinseca nobiltà e la bontà dell'uomo.”
― Jack Whyte

“They are ordinary but courageous people who decided they could not continue to live under the Empire's rules, even then."

I frowned. "For example?"

"Examples? Try crippling taxes, unjust and self-serving laws, constant inflation, corrupt officials, restrictive regulations governing the way they lived their lives and constant government interference."

I had nothing to say to this, so he continued. "They walked away — out of the Empire. Away from their homes, from their businesses, from their employment. Away from the taxes and the duties and the burdens. They walked away to the hills and the forests and they refused to go back. They built huts and they lived on whatever they could grow and hunt for themselves." His voice was almost a monotone. "It started as a trickle at the end of the third century and it grew into a flood. We're now at the end of the fourth century and it's still going on. For over a hundred years now these Bagaudae have paid no taxes, obeyed no Roman laws and spared the lives of no Roman soldiers who came after them. Most of them live communally on huge villa farms and settlements. Each man contributes to the life of the commune with his own skills and abilities. They have no use for money; they barter. And among their numbers are physicians, magistrates, architects, lawyers, administrators and a large number of professional soldiers."

"That's incredible, " I said. "And the Empire does nothing?" He spread his hands wide in a gesture that was purely Gallic. "What can the Empire do? The bureaucrats are afraid that the story will spread. The official policy is to do nothing that will attract attention to the problem. To ignore it, in the hope that it will go away. Rome leaves the Bagaudae in peace, because the alternative might stir up a furore that could breed an Empire full of Bagaudae."
- The Skystone”
― Jack Whyte, The Skystone

“Molto, molto tempo prima, in un tempo di cui la breve memoria del genere umano non conservava tracce, la Luce aveva trionfato, e ora regnava suprema nel Sole. Ma nel corso degli infiniti cicli temporali – e questo lo ammettevano perfino i Sacerdoti della Luce – il regno del Sole era destinato a finire; Dyaus, il Dio Occulto, il Dormiente, avrebbe riassorbito la Luce... e, in una smisurata Notte del Caos, avrebbe spezzato le sue catene e instaurato il suo dominio.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley