How could she have believed such an artificial life as the theatre was suitable?
Above us, outlined against the brilliant sky, dragons crowded every available perching space on the Rim. And the sun made a gold of every one of them.
Make no judgments where you have no compassion.
Fear has its uses but cowardice has none.
I do outlines when I'm writing with someone, but they also need to have a certain amount of freedom
But Ship Who Sang remains my favorite story. I really rocked folks with that and still cannot read it aloud myself without weeping at the end