Is there worse evil than that which goes in the mask of good?

By all means," cried the bard, his eyes lighting up. "A Fflam to the rescue! Storm the castle! Carry it by assault! Batter down the gates!" "There's not much of it left to storm," said Eilonwy. "Oh?" said Fflewddur, with disappointment. "Very well, we shall do the best we can.

My parents were horrified when I told them I wanted to be an author.

No, no," said Taran slowly, "It would be folly to think of attacking them." He smiled quickly at Fflewddur. "The bards would sing of us," he admitted, "but we'd be in no position to appreciate it.

A man who claims to be fearless is an idiot or a liar.

After seven years of writing - and working many jobs to support my family - I finally got published.

Eventually, I was sent to Wales and Germany, and after the war, to Paris.