A Mad Man Sees What He Sees.

The Morning Had Dawned Clear And Cold, With A Crispness That Hinted At The End Of Summer.

It’s Being Ready To Accept Rejection. You Can Work On A Book For Two Years And Get It Published, And It’s Like You May As Well Have Thrown It Down A Well. It’s Not All Champagne And Doing Interviews With The New York Times.

Trust Is Earned. Like Gold.

The Lord Of Light In His Wisdom Made Us Male And Female, Two Parts Of A Greater Whole. In Our Joining There Is Power. Power To Make Life. Power To Make Light. Power To Cast Shadows.

Why Is It Always The Innocents Who Suffer Most, When You High Lords Play Your Game Of Thrones?