Obviously it could be, because it was.

Happy children do not seem to grow up to be writers.

Never thought I'd see the day when Death was denied. That leaves taxes as the only certainty.

People talk-- they sneer at escapism. Well, there are those of us who need it.

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

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

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.