Write. Don't talk about writing. Don't tell me about your wonderful story ideas. Don't give me a bunch of 'somedays'. Plant your ass and scribble, type, keyboard. If you have any talent at all it will...
Nevertheless, four hours after dawn they began dying for their cause.
If a man speaks in the heart of a forest and no woman is there to hear him, is he still wrong?
I cry for a little girl's dreams. I cry because the dreams will not die, though I am powerless to make them come true.
I admitted, This might not have been one of my brighter ideas. On the contrary. It confirms our suspicions that there’s a greater interest in us than should be for simple travellers. They mean to use...
Something he had heard some wise man say. About the three stages of empire, the three generations. First came the conquerers, unstoppable in war. Then came the administrators, who bound it all togethe...
Will ever really understand. Not even those who shook our hands when we left. Not even those who welcomed us back with mighty hugs and no conception whatsoever what it was like to sit there watching t...
There is nothing so unreasonable and irrational and blind—and just plain silly-looking—as a man who works himself into an obsessive passion.
The river barge Binkey's Sequin reminded me of a shopkeeper's wife. She was middle-aged, middle class, a little run down, a little overweight, extremely stubborn and set in her ways, needing masterful...
Only a conquerer bothers to honor a fallen foe.
Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.
I damned myself for my earlier romanticism. That Croaker who had come north, so thoroughly bemused by the mysterious Lady, was another man. A stripling, filled with the foolish ignorances of youth. Ye...
Religion is something that gets hammered in early, and never really goes away. And has powers to move which go beyond anything rational.
One's own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid down.
Closer at hand, the wheeling gulls were as surly and lackadaisical as the day promised to make most men.
Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.
A herd of minuscule lightning bugs poured out of One-Eye's nostrils. Good soldiers all, they fell into formation, spelling out the words
No one will sing songs in our memory. We are the last of the Free Companies of Khatovar. Our traditions and memories live only in these Annals. We are our only mourners. It is the Company against the...
If each man picks an evil and attacks it relentlessly, how long can evil persist?That was an easy one. Forever. More evil gets done in the name of righteousness than any other way.
Get in touch with the seamiest side of yourself. Pick a fantasy, one you wouldn’t tell anyone about. One that makes you uncomfortable or embarrassed when you think about it. In the Tenderloin there’s...
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