Time will unfold its leaves.

Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.

I can laugh at peasants and townies chained all their lives to a tiny corner of the earth while I roam its face and see its wonders, but when I go down, there will be no child to carry my name, no family to mourn me save my comrades, no one to remember, no one to raise a marker over my cold bit of ground.

The only characters I've made to resemble real people have been grotesques.

Religion is something that gets hammered in early, and never really goes away. And has powers to move which go beyond anything rational.

No religion I ever encountered made any sense. None are consistent. Most gods are megalomaniacs and paranoid psychotics by their worshippers' description. I don't see how they could survive their own insanity. But it's not impossible that human beings are incapable of interpreting a power so much greater than themselves. Maybe religions are twisted and perverted shadows of truth. Maybe there are forces which shape the world. I myself have never understood why, in a universe so vast, a god would care about something so trivial as worship or human destiny.

I'm an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.