As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.

Some writers later, describing the events of that night and day, wrote that Wan'yen of the Altai had seen a spirit-dragon of the river and become afraid. Writers do that sort of thing. They like dragons in their tales.

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.

One man sees a riselka: his life forks there.  Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die.  Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die. One woman sees a riselka: her path comes clear to her.  Two women see a riselka: one of them shall bear a child.  Three women see a riselka: one is blessed, one is clear, one shall bear a child.

Weariness, sometimes more than anything else, can bring an end to war.

Sometimes you didn't really arrive at a conclusion about your life, you just discovered that you already had.

Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.