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Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)

I regret only that none return from the Sardar, for I have loved life. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #122)
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26 122 I regret only that View more quotes about none">none return from the Sardar, for I have loved life.

Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)

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26 119 But why would Priest-Kings desire Tarl Cabot to come to their mountains? He is nothing to them, nothing to any man; he is only a warrior, a man with no city to call his own, thus an outlaw.
26 120 Could Priest-Kings, with their knowledge and power, have need of such a man? But Priest-Kings need nothing from men, and once more my thoughts grow foolish.
26 121 It is time to put aside the pen.
26 122 I regret only that none return from the Sardar, for I have loved life.
26 123 And on this barbaric world I have seen it in all its beauty and cruelty, in all its glory and sadness.
26 124 I have learned that it is splendid and fearful and priceless.
26 125 I have seen it in the vanished towers of Ko-ro-ba and in the flight of a tarn, in the movements of a beautiful woman, in the gleam of weaponry, in the sound of tarn drums and the crash of thunder over green fields.
But why would Priest-Kings desire Tarl Cabot to come to their mountains? He is nothing to them, nothing to any man; he is only a warrior, a man with no city to call his own, thus an outlaw. Could Priest-Kings, with their knowledge and power, have need of such a man? But Priest-Kings need nothing from men, and once more my thoughts grow foolish. It is time to put aside the pen. I regret only that none return from the Sardar, for I have loved life. And on this barbaric world I have seen it in all its beauty and cruelty, in all its glory and sadness. I have learned that it is splendid and fearful and priceless. I have seen it in the vanished towers of Ko-ro-ba and in the flight of a tarn, in the movements of a beautiful woman, in the gleam of weaponry, in the sound of tarn drums and the crash of thunder over green fields. - (Outlaw of Gor)