I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment.

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.

Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot de Lac to the Keep of Ganleon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.

I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something--or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip.

A powerful flight of the imagination . . . an entirely enjoyable reading experience, wrought by a pair of writers noted for excellence.

I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.