No More Is Your Master A God,

Military Folk," Neal Said With Exaggerated Patience, Shaking His Head. "the Only Way You Know To Solve Problems Is By Beating Them With A Stick.

I Don't Write From Dreams Because I Don't Remember Mine, But I Had A Fragment Of An Image Left About Twins, Whose Father Was Telling Them How Their Lives Were Going To Go For The Next Eight Years. I Wrote A Scene About That, And Then Another And Then Another And Then Another, And After Five Months I Had 732 Pages.

Fear Is A Good Thing. It Mean You're Paying Attention.

The Bravest Person I Know Is Afraid Of The Dark. She Sleeps With A Night Lamp Always, But If Her Friends Are Threatened? She Suddenly Thinks She's A Bear Twelve Feet Tall And Attacks Whoever Scared Her Friends.

It's Harder To Heal Than It Is To Kill.