I would never rest until I held vengeance and the throne within my hand, and good night sweet prince to anybody who stood between me and these things.

An army, great in space, may offer opposition in a brief span of time. One man, brief in space, must spread his opposition across a period of many years if he is to have a chance of succeeding.

If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.

One of my standard - and fairly true - responses to the question as to how story ideas come to me is that story ideas only come to me for short stories. With longer fiction, it is a character (or characters) coming to visit, and I am then obliged to collaborate with him/her/it/them in creating the story.

Of course it does not apply to me. I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy and goodness. Trust me in all things.

I like libraries. It makes me feel comfortable and secure to have walls of words, beautiful and wise, all around me. I always feel better when I can see that there is something to hold back the shadows.

No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.