Of All The Bright Cruel Lies They

Gods And Wonders Always Appear, To Attend The Birth Of Kings.

I Think My Very Earliest Stories Were All Intellectual Exercises And I Was Writing From Experiences I Had Never Had About Characters Who Were About An Inch Deep.

Have A Care How You Speak To Me, Imp. Doubtless He Meant To Sound Threatening, But That Absurd Wisp Of A Mustache Ruined The Effect.

He Had Found Over The Years That Silence Sometimes Yielded More Than Questions. And So It Was This Time.

How Do You Fight Someone If You Can't Hit Them?