I decided that adventure was the best way to learn about writing.

For man to be worthy of any rank, he must strive first to be a man.

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.

The muse in charge of fantasy wears good, sensible shoes. No foam-born Aphrodite, she vaguely resembles my old piano teacher, who was keen on metronomes.

I only suggest to you: Will you dwell on killing this man? You wish for revenge? If you do, he has already killed you by slow poison. So, let it go. Why waste your time? His life will see to his death.

At the end of knowledge, wisdom begins, and at the end of wisdom, there is not grief...but hope

Shakespeare, Dickens, Mark Twain, and so many others were my dearest friends and greatest teachers.