No One Will Ever Write A Fantasy

Farewell, My Friend," Drizzt Whispered, Trying Futilely To Keep His Voice From Breaking. :this Journey You Make Alone.

Definitely They Write Themselves. It's An Amazing Experience. It's Like The Characters Have Come Alive And Are Sitting On My Shoulder Talking To Me, Telling Me Their Tales.

"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."

You View The Gods As Entities Without," Montolio Tried To Explain. "you See Them As Physical Beings Trying To Control Our Actions For Their Own Ends, And Thus You, In Your Stubborn Independance, Reject Them. The Gods Are Within, I Say, Whether One Has Named His Own Or Not. You Have Followed Mielikki All Your Life, Drizzt. You Merely Never Had A Name To Put On Your Heart.

It Is Better, I Think, To Grab At The Stars Than To Sit Flustered Because You Know You Cannot Reach Them... At Least He Who Reaches Will Get A Good Stretch, A Good View, And Perhaps Even A Low-hanging Apple For His Efforts.