My concern is how we learn to be genuine human beings.

I know that some readers think (The High King) should have ended differently. I cried for three days afterwards.

If life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled.

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.

Count the deed, not the thought.

My family pleaded with me to forget literature and do something sensible, such as find some sort of useful work.

True allegiance is only given willingly.