I don't want ever to be guilty of what my critics claim: doing formula without original elements.

Bink knew the dolphin only from old pictures; it was a kind of magic fish that breathed air instead of water.

If every editor turns you down, maybe you should take a second look at your text, however, just in case.

Dor woke again as dawn came. The sun had somehow gotten around to the east, where the land was, and dried off so that it could shine again.

Every person professes to love good and hate evil, but in his actions his real preferences emerges.

I hope to read a Harry Potter novel soon, to see what it's all about. I admit to being annoyed that many good light fantasy writers have had trouble getting published, in England and elsewhere, when it is obvious the readers were waiting for us all along.

Be what you are; it is better that way. --Dolph