Llonio said life was a net for luck; to Hevydd the Smith life was a forge; and to Dwyvach the Weaver-Woman a loom. They spoke truly, for it is all of these. But you,' Taran said, his eyes meeting the potter's, 'you have shown me life is one thing more. It is clay to be shaped, as raw clay on a potter's wheel.

If writers learn more from their books than do readers, perhaps I may have begun to learn.

Paradoxically, in fantasy for young people I was able to express my own deepest feelings and attitudes more than I had ever done in writing for adults.

Morgant?" Taran asked, turning a puzzled glance to Gwydion. "How can there be honor for such a man?" "It is easy to judge evil unmixed," replied Gwydion. "But, alas, in most of us good and bad are closely woven as the threads on a loom; greater wisdom than mine is needed for the judging.

-I'm trying to make myself invisible. -That's an odd thing to attempt.

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

It was 1943. The U.S. had already entered World War II, so I decided to join the army.