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

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.

How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

Fantasy is, at its best, the purest access to storytelling that we have. It universalizes a tale, it evokes wonder and timeless narrative power, it touches upon inner journeys, it illuminates our collective and individual pasts, throws a focus beam on the present day, and presages the dangers and promises of the future.

After a while, you start to realize that you should write a book you would want to read. I try to write a book I would enjoy.

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