What the local politicians actually meant was that they hoped to claim the land in the name of the public and then make the usual profits privatizing it. There was a principle at stake. They had to ensure their friends and not outsiders got the benefit.

The problems for which I could find no solution in fact had no solution.

Because I had sought to challenge Destiny, Destiny had taken vengeance.

I think of myself as a bad writer with big ideas, but I'd rather be that than a big writer with bad ideas.

It remains a mystery to me why some of that [pulp] fiction should be judged inferior to the rafts and rafts of bad social [literary] fiction which continues to be treated by literary editors as if it were somehow superior, or at least worthier of our attention. The careerist literary imperialism of the Bloomsbury years did a lot to produce fiction's present unseemly polarities.

All Empires fall, All ages die, All strife shall be in vain. All Kings go down, All hope must fail, But Tanelorn remains Our Tanelorn remains.

By means of our myths and legends we maintain a sense of what we are worth and who we are. Without them we should undoubtedly go mad.