In that last dance of chances I shall partner you no more. I shall watch another turn you As you move across the floor. In that last dance of chances When I bid your life goodbye I will hope she treats you kindly. I will hope you learn to fly. In that last dance of chances When I know you'll not be mine I will let you go with longing And the hope that you'll be fine. In that last dance of chances We shall know each other's minds. We shall part with our regrets When the tie no longer binds.

How do you politely explain to someone that you had believed for years he was a moron as well as a Fool?

Men of passion and vision are often seen as mad.

I healed. Not completely. A scar is never the same as good flesh, but it stops the bleeding.

Most prisons are of our own making. A man makes his own freedom, too.

When we come back to fantasy, I think we're actually coming back to the real bedrock of storytelling. Our national or international genre really is fantasy, if you think about the worldwide myths and legends and stories that we all know, whether we're talking about Little Red Riding Hood or the Arabian Nights or Noah's Ark or Hercules. These are stories that cross many cultures in much the same way that dragons cross many cultures.

Very little about being a writer is signing an autograph. It's sitting in a room and writing. Getting it out.