To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner.

There are stranger things here than Thebans know about.

Life was never simple, happiness never where you thought you'd left it, and right and wrong no more fixed than clouds in the sky.

Very little in science fiction can transcend the gimmickry of a technical conceit, yet without that conceit at its heart a book is not truly science fiction. Furthermore, so little emerging thought and technology is employed by sf writers today that the genre is lagging far behind reality both in the cosmology area and the technology area: sf is no longer a place to experiment, but is now very derivative.

Humiliation sets armies marching, empires falling, breaks hearts and minds and souls.

You have crossbows: Shoot early; shoot often.

For me, myth is the 'common' language of us all.