Caffeine helps a lot. That and a certain amount of isolation.

Old Cob tucked away his bowl of stew with the predatory efficency of a lifetime bachelor.

Language is inexorably tied to power and understanding. And power and understanding are the roots of magic. Just the act of writing something down is a magical act.

For me, language is something that I've always loved. When I read, that's what I look for. When I write, that's what I strive for.

When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

Knowing your own ignorance is the first step to enlightenment.

No hard feelings about that time in the Crucible when you mixed my salts and I was nearly blind for a day. No. No, really, drink up!