Old truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, all conspire to distract us from the passion that in one way or another defeats us all.

Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?

Sometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.

We are not damned. We never were. Who under the sun has the right to damn any living breathing creature?

Anger is too pathetic. Anger is as weak as fear.

All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.

I love the world the Lord has created; I love the mountains, the rivers, the valleys, the skies. I love the forests, the fields, the flowers. I love the mysteries of evolution and dna and the big bang. I want to know the majesties of the Lord's Creation. I cannot close my eyes to all this. I cannot turn away from science and scientific exploration.