He Who Hurries Through Life Hurries To

His Chains Chinked Softly. I Seldom Fling Children From Towers To Improve Their Health. Yes, I Meant For Him To Die.

Don’t Call Me Lord Snow.” The Dwarf Lifted An Eyebrow. “would You Rather Be Called The Imp? Let Them See That Their Words Can Cut You And You’ll Never Be Free Of The Mockery. If They Want To Give You A Name Take It Make It Your Own. Then They Can’t Hurt You With It Anymore.

It Was A Story Called ‘the Hero’ Which I Sold To Galaxy Magazine In 1970, For $94.

You've Got A Bold Tongue, Little Man. One Day, Someone Is Like To Cut It Out And Make You Eat It.

Yes - 90% Of Fantasy Is Crap. And So Is 90% Of Science Fiction And 90% Of Mystery Fiction And 90% Of Literary Fiction.