Futility is the defining characteristic of life.

We need metaphors of magic and monsters in order to understand the human condition.

I had no intention of pursuing either the characters or the setting further.

Any belief that puts itself beyond doubt nurtures its own collapse.

Part of him wanted to weep... but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking.

I respect my limitations, but I don't use them as an excuse.

Joy is in the ears that hear.