The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest. Vasher walked in. 'Start reaching for that sword when you're startled,' he said. 'There's little reason to grab your shirt, unless you're planning to rip it off.

Overcome your guilt. Care, but not too much. Take responsibility, but don't blame yourself. Protect, save, help- but know when to give up. They're precarious ledges to walk. How do I do it?

Men rarely see their own actions as unjustified.

Entropy shakes its angry fist at you for being clever enough to organize the world. (p 2)

My name is Stephen Leeds, and I am perfectly sane. My hallucinations, however, are all quite mad.

Remember that your job as a practicing writer is to remember it's never going to be perfect on your first pass.

The finest defense of character is correct action. Acquaint yourself with virtue, and you can expect proper treatment from those around you.