I am no longer amazed by how quickly a man will justify his change of heart when a spear is leveled his way.
Beware the engineers of society, I say, who would make everyone in all the world equal. Opportunitty should be equal, must be equal, but achievement must remain individual. – Drizzt Do’Urden.
We need to be reminded sometimes that a sunrise last but a few minutes. But its beauty can burn in our hearts eternally.
Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life.
Change is not always growth, but growth is often rooted in change. Drizzt Do’Urden.
I will always love you Drizzt Do’Urden my life was full and without regret because I knew you and was completed by you. Sleep well, my love.
A span of a few heartbeats can make for a greater memory than the sum of a mundane year.-Catti-brie.
Artemis Entreri: Do not underestimate Jarlaxle. Many have; they all are dead.
First blood is mine. Last blood counts for more. – Artemis Entreri and Drizzt Do’Urden.
Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.
I’ve always been a fighter. If you tell me I can’t, I’ll die trying to prove you wrong.
Writing a book for me, I expect, is very similar to the experience of reading the book for my readers.
It got so bad that by the time I was graduated, the only reading I did was in order to get the grade and the only writing I did was in order to get the grade.
I didn’t and don’t go to Internet for any business purposes. The book sales for me by this point are way beyond any influence I might have, positively, or others might have, negatively.
Here’s the thing, for me at least: this is a huge genre now. It wasn’t always so. Not so many years ago, it wasn’t so. There is a tremendous diversity in fantasy today.
Also, there are authors and publicists using the Internet to manipulate opinion, both positively for a work and negatively against the competition. I don’t do this and can’t stomach it, honestly.
Writing is an incredibly lonely job.
Truth, though, is nothing in the face of self-falsehood, and principles are of no value if the idealist cannot live up to his own standards.
There is no way of truly knowing where a road will lead until it is walked.
There’s way too much pain in this business for anyone who doesn’t HAVE to write.