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Nostalgia Is A Necessary Thing, I Believe, And A Way For All Of Us To Find Peace In That Which We Have Accomplished, Or Even Failed To Accomplish. At The Same Time, If Nostalgia Precipitates Actions To Return To That Fabled, Rosy-painted Time, Particularly In One Who Believes His Life To Be A Failure, Then It Is An Empty Thing, Doomed To Produce Nothing But Frustration And An Even Greater Sense Of Failure.

No, I Would Not Want To Live In A World Without Dragons, As I Would Not Want To Live In A World Without Magic, For That Is A World Without Mystery, And That Is A World Without Faith.

"a Man Inferior With The Blade Or With His Thoughts Can Still So Elevate Himself," Entreri Explained Curtly, "if He Can Impart The Belief That Some God Or Other Speaks Through Him. It Is The Greatest Deception In All The World And One Embraced By Kings And Lords, While The Minor Lying Thieves On The Streets Or Calimport And Other Cities Lose Their Tongues For So Attempting To Coax The Purses Of Others."

Writing Is An Incredibly Lonely Job.

The Most Common Criticism That I've Seen Is That I Write "popcorn Fantasy": Lightweight Action-adventure. Some People Call It That As They Explain Why They Love It For Exactly That Reason. I'm Cool With That, Either Way. I Just Nod And Let It Go.