I would sleep 12 hours a day if I could.

Mistakes quickly pile up and coalesce into a reputation, and a reputation is hard to shake.

With writing and publishing, my only aim is to live in the aesthetic pleasure dome.

I started to write a series of fantasy novels when I was eleven. I have never taken anything artistic as seriously; since then, writing has felt like an attempt to get back there, to my bedroom, my maps, those races and languages and runes.

I would sleep 12 hours a day if I could.

Every once in awhile, find a spot of shade, sit down on the grass or dirt, and ask yourself this question: “Do I respect myself?” A corollary to this question: “Do I respect the work I’m doing?” If the answer to the latter question is NO, then the answer to the former question will probably be NO too. If this is the case, wait a few weeks, then ask yourself the same two questions. If the answers are still NO, quit.

I love art and I think I was destined to end up in some aspect of the arts.