Referring to Jumper the spider, who needs to hide himself in human form, and he's learning to act like a human.I'm sure I can learn to walk faster than that, he said desperately.But you'll also need t...
I think it's a shame that something as creative and vital to the nature of the human species as story-telling is largely controlled by the soulless cretins known as publishers.
People talk-- they sneer at escapism. Well, there are those of us who need it.
Is it foolish to care for non-existent folk?Then, leave me to my foolishness.
I have, as may be apparent, not much respect for editors as a class.
One day you'll discover that the opinions of worthless people are worthless.
Happy children do not seem to grow up to be writers.
Dor shook his head. Such mysteries were beyond his fathoming. All he could do was...what he could do.
For an instant Stile was daunted by the improbability of it all: a man, a cyborg, a robot, an animalhead, and a wooden golem, all riding unicorns through a battlefield strewn with goblins and dragons,...
Adults had the notion that juveniles needed to suffer. Only when they had suffered enough to wipe out most of their naturally joyous spirits and innocence were they staid enough to be considered matur...
The sweetest temptation could be that which was known to be the most foolish.
God created the earth but the Devil evolved it.
Sinecure
Being terrified but going ahead and doing what must be done—that's courage. The one who feels no fear is a fool, and the one who lets fear rule him is a coward.
What kind of fool had he been, to throw away romance untried?
In fact, I believe that we need better sex education in our own culture, here in America, so that young folk learn about things like venereal disease before they encounter it.
Dor woke again as dawn came. The sun had somehow gotten around to the east, where the land was, and dried off so that it could shine again.
What splendor nature proffered to the eye of any man who had half the wit to appreciate it!
Now it was done. He was free of Xanth forever. Free to make his own life, without being ridiculed or mothered or tempted. Free to be himself.Bink put his face in his hands and cried.
Hell hath little fury like that of a critic who sees a writer make it big.
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