But need alone is not enough to set power free: there must be knowledge.

We like to think we live in daylight, but half the world is always dark, and fantasy, like poetry, speaks the language of the night.

Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not.

The reader can't take much for granted in a fiction where the scenery can eat the characters.

Infinite are the arguments of mages.

A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.

I gather that a lot of the "pots" in the great museum in Baghdad, which we allowed to be looted and then gutted, are now for sale to the highest bidder on the art and archeology black market. This is good capitalism, I guess, while a museum, being a public trust and accessible to all, is anticapitalist, pretty damn near socialist in fact.