You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

Fantasy Is, At Its Best, The Purest Access To Storytelling That We Have. It Universalizes A Tale, It Evokes Wonder And Timeless Narrative Power, It Touches Upon Inner Journeys, It Illuminates Our Collective And Individual Pasts, Throws A Focus Beam On The Present Day, And Presages The Dangers And Promises Of The Future.

You Have To Be Afraid For It To Count As Bravery.

The Heart Has Its Own Laws... And The Truth Is... The Truth Is That You Are The Law Of Mine.

It Was Different, Though, Knowing Something In Your Thoughts And Then Hearing It Confirmed, Made Real, Planted In The World Like A Tree

We Worship…the Powers That Speak To Our Souls, If It Seems They Do. We Do So Knowing There Is More To The World, And The Half-world, And Perhaps Worlds Beyond, Than We Can Grasp. We Always Knew That. We Can’t Even Stop Children From Dying, How Would We Presume To Understand The Truth Of Things? Behind Things? Does The Presence Of One Power Deny Another? [p. 176]