Barbarian – A Code of Conduct honored by all true barbarian warriors, requiring excellent coordination with weapons, closeness to nature, awkwardness with women, common sense, and completion of the mission.
It would be easier to write a novel without reader input, but I feel the fiction is richer for it.
Dor woke again as dawn came. The sun had somehow gotten around to the east, where the land was, and dried off so that it could shine again.
She looked around. “Oh, I’ve just got to hug somebody! You!” And she hugged Puck, the little ghost horse. “And you.” She hugged Pook, and Peek, and even the nose of the moat monster. “But not you,” she decided, encountering the zombie.
Bink knew the dolphin only from old pictures; it was a kind of magic fish that breathed air instead of water.
Never thought I’d see the day when Death was denied. That leaves taxes as the only certainty.
The biggest fool is the one who thinks he knows it all.
The library is a place of mental diversion, learning, and comfort for anyone who has an intellect. I know of no librarian who when asked for food for the mind will offer a stone. What more could anyone ask?
We are all creatures of our ancestry! There is no right and wrong, objectively.
People talk – they sneer at escapism. Well, there are those of us who need it.
Keep writing, because not only does practice improve skill, it gives you more chances to score on the market. I did that for eight years before making my first sale.
If the fiercest conglomerate monsters had souls, with all that implied, who could condemn them as evil?
I wish my readers took less of my time – about a third of my working time goes to them – but I love and need them all.
At present I answer about 100 letters a month, and read 300 emails.
At the time I wrote Xone I had never been on the Internet.
Man is the one creature on Earth who knows he will die, and that is an appalling intellectual burden.
How many people similarly spent their lives searching for their own spells – some gratuitous benefit such as a silver tree or political power or undeserved acclaim – when all they really needed was to be satisfied with what they already had? Sometimes what they had was better than what they thought they wanted.
A good notion for a novel is far too precious to waste; it must be caught the moment it flashes into mental view, or it will escape to the brain of some other writer who really doesn’t deserve it.
Do you seek to bribe Death?” Zane asked, half angry and two-thirds curious.
It is the man who can’t be trusted who does not trust others because he judges them by himself.