After Seven Years Of Writing - And

All That Writers Can Do Is Keep Trying To Say What Is Deepest In Their Hearts.

Morgant?" Taran Asked, Turning A Puzzled Glance To Gwydion. "how Can There Be Honor For Such A Man?" "it Is Easy To Judge Evil Unmixed," Replied Gwydion. "but, Alas, In Most Of Us Good And Bad Are Closely Woven As The Threads On A Loom; Greater Wisdom Than Mine Is Needed For The Judging.

Paradoxically, In Fantasy For Young People I Was Able To Express My Own Deepest Feelings And Attitudes More Than I Had Ever Done In Writing For Adults.

In The Race Of Men Is Much Greed And Envy; But Of Truth, Little.

Most Cats Do Not Approach Humans Recklessly. The Possibility Of Concealed Weapons, Clods Or Sticks, Tend To Make Them Reserved. Homeless Cats In Particular-with Some Justification, Unfortunately-consider Humans Their Natural Enemies. Much Ceremony Must Be Observed, And A Number Of Diplomatic Feelers Put Out, Before Establishing A State Of Truce.