C. S. Forester Quotes

For a long time, I have been making many predictions, far in advance, of events since come to pass, naming the particular locality. I acknowledge all to have been accomplished through divine power and inspiration.

All the gods are dead except the god of war.

I'm not a fortune-teller.

You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.

Well, with prophecy you got to see what happens.

Dreams sometimes foretell the future.

I've made up stuff that's turned out to be real, that's the spooky part.

War is about dead people.

Sometimes I write stuff that strangely predicts what's going to happen in my life.

I've certainly written a lot of things that have more or less come true. But I don't have a gift for prophecy.

War is death’s holy-day.

No catalogue of horrors ever kept men from war. the war you always think that it's not you that dies. But you will die, brother, if you go to it long enough

Nobody can be a clairvoyant.

Indeed, the hereditary gift of prophecy will go to the grave with me.

I used to have an aunty who read tea leaves. She was incredibly accurate.

What is poverty, if not violence. Like, the number of people who die every year from starvation and from hunger and poverty is in the tens of millions.

Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.

War is a generality, so are the inevitabilities of war, including death.

Through the years our business has been killing;-it was our first calling in life. Our knowledge of lif eis limited to death.

Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That's when I will be truly dead - when I exist in no one's memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies,too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?

Newspapers tell beforehand what is going to happen - maybe.

We remember nothing. Maybe for a year or two. Maybe most of a life, if we live. Maybe. But then we will die, and who will ever understand any of this? And maybe we remember nothing most of all when we put our hands on our hearts and carry on about not forgetting.

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

The good psychic would pick up the phone before it rang. Of course it is possible there was noone on the other line. Once she said "God Bless you" I said, "I didn't sneeze" She looked deep into my eyes and said, "You will, eventually." And damn it if she wasn't right. Two days later I sneezed.

Warre is deaths feast.