There are many powers in the world, for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am. Against some I have not yet been measured. But my time is coming.

I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.

Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow, Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow. None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the Master: His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.

The burned hand teaches best.

Art is the human process that produces by the way (it is not its only or ultimate object) Secondary Belief.

I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure.

Great heart will not be denied.