“I will admit, I've never had a student offer himself up for a vicious beating in order to prove he's worth my time.” “This was nothing... Once I jumped off a roof.”

Its like he knows he's better than you, but doesn't look down on you for it because he knows it's not your fault.

I have heard what poets write about women. They rhyme and rhapsodize and lie. I have watched sailors on the shore stare mutely at the slow-rolling swell of the sea. I have watched old soldiers with hearts like leather grow teary-eyed at their king's colors stretched against the wind. Listen to me: these men know nothing of love. You will not find it in the words of poets or the longing eyes of sailors. If you want to know of love, look to a trouper's hands as he makes his music. A trouper knows.

What I'd love more than anything is for Worldbuilders to continue to grow and become entangled in all the different corners of the geek community.

I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned

It's hard for me to take myself too seriously when I'm constantly experiencing firsthand what an incredible gimp I can be.

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