Take a step, breathe in the world, give it out again in story, poem, song, art.

Time may heal all wounds, but it does not erase the scars.

What is a vow... but the mouth repeating what the heart has already promised?

If you want to write, you write. Talent is simply not enough.

The thing I want to know is, if you tell your brain not to do stuff... and it keeps doing it anyway, does that mean your mind has a mind of its own? And if it does, then who's in charge here, anyway?

And for adults, the world of fantasy books returns to us the great words of power which, in order to be tamed, we have excised from our adult vocabularies. These words are the pornography of innocence, words which adults no longer use with other adults, and so we laugh at them and consign them to the nursery, fear masking as cynicism. These are the words that were forged in the earth, air, fire, and water of human existence, and the words are: Love. Hate. Good. Evil. Courage. Honor. Truth.

Love the writing, love the writing, love the writing... the rest will follow.