I believe that there comes a point in every man's life when, like you, he can draw his sword and trace a line in the sand. I think that every man has a choice.

These legends,' murmured Pizarro, 'which of us can say if they're true or not? So many memories come to as though from out of the fog. Sometimes I wake up in the morning convinced that I'm in my village in my beloved Extramadura, making a bell, absolutely sure that that's what I've done all my life. Then I remember where I am, and what I've seen, and I become old again.