Can you live without answers? All of you, ask that of yourself. Can you live without answers? Because if you cannot, then most assuredly you will invent your own answers and they will comfort you. And all those who do not share your view will by their very existence strike fear and hatred into your heart. What god blesses this?

The idea that an author can extricate her or his own ongoing life experience from the tale being written is a conceit of very little worth.

Soldiers are issued armour for their flesh and bones, but they must fashion their own for their souls. Piece by piece.

Kallor said: "I walked this land when the T'lan Imass were but children. I have commanded armies a hundred thousand strong. I have spread the fire of my wrath across entire continents, and sat alone upon tall thrones. Do you grasp the meaning of this?" "Yes," said Caladan Brood, "you never learn."

More than one philosopher has claimed that we ever remain children, far beneath the indurated layers that make up the armour of adulthood. Armour encumbers, restricts the body and soul within it. But it also protects. Blows are blunted. Feelings lose their edge, leaving us to suffer naught but a plague of bruises, and, after a time, bruises fade.

The future can ever promise but one thing and one thing only: surprises.

There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived.