Being terrified but going ahead and doing what must be done—that's courage. The one who feels no fear is a fool, and the one who lets fear rule him is a coward.

Normally I work out a general summary of what I mean to do, then start writing, and the details can be different from my anticipation. So there is considerable flow, but always within channels.

All things make sense; you just have to fathom how they make sense.

But one must go where one's road leads, even when it's a distressing road.

When you steal from the library, you are preventing anyone else from reading that book, and the very notion makes me want to drop you in the Void.

Here's a secret: fictive text doesn't necessarily flow easily. Most of the time it's more like cutting a highway through a mountain. You just have to keep working with your pick, chipping away at the rock, making slow progress.

When I started writing this, I found that I simply couldn't take fantasy seriously, so it became humorous, and continued from there.