“I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his country.”

“Your job is not to die for your country. Your job is to get the other poor sonofabitch to die for his country.”

“It's not your job to die for your Pack! It's your job to make the other bastards die for theirs.”

“If there is going to be class warfare in this country, it’s time that the working class of this country won that war and not just the corporate elite.”

“Poor bastard. Wait 'till he sees the bats.”

“Poor Hayduke: won all his arguments but lost his immortal soul.”

“You have to be a bastard to make it, and that's a fact. And the Beatles are the biggest bastards on earth.”

“He was a soldier and he marched where he was ordered to march and he killed the king's enemies when he arrived. That was his job and the army was his home and he loved both even though he knew he would have to fight like a gutter-born bastard for every step of advancement that other men took for granted. And he knew too that he would never be prized for his birth or his wit or his wealth, but would only be reckoned as good as his last fight, but that thought made him smile. For Sharpe's last battle had been against the best soldier France had and Sharpe had drowned the bastard like a rat. Sharpe had won, Loup was dead, and it was over at last: Sharpe's battle.”

“Was it just her, or did lovers look more adoringly at each other in this city? Especially in the springtime.

'Die, bastards.'

She sighed. It wasn't their fault that they were bastards who should die.”

“His favourite car, the copper blue 180D Mercedes Benz, was in his possession till he breathed his last. A person with varied interests, he had to his credit several trophies won as an amateur horse rider at various places in the country.”