Now's The Time To Be

I Get Up At An Unholy Hour In The Morning My Work Day Is Completed By The Time The Sun Rises. I Have A Slightly Bad Back Which Has Made An Enormous Contribution To American Literature.

Someday I’d Like To See Something Rise Up Out Of The Earth –just For The Sake Of Variety.

Contemporary Fantasists All Bow Politely To Lord Tennyson And Papa Tolkien, Then Step Around Them To Go Back To The Original Texts For Inspiration--and There Are A Lot Of Those Texts. We Have King Arthur And His Gang In English; We've Got Siegfried And Brunhild In German; Charlemagne And Roland In French; El Cid In Spanish; Sigurd The Volsung In Icelandic; And Assorted 'myghtiest Knights On Lyfe' In A Half-dozen Other Cultures. Without Shame, We Pillage Medieval Romance For All We're Worth.

Zakath's Face Grew Thoughtful. "you Know Something, Garion?" He Said. "man Thinks He Owns The World, But We Share It With All Sorts Of Creatures Who Are Indifferent To Our Overlordship. They Have Their Own Societies, And I Supposed Even Their Own Cultures. They Don't Even Pay Attention To Us, Do You?" "only When We Inconvenience Them...it Teaches Us Humility," Garion Agreed.

The Unfortunate Thing About Working For Yourself Is That You Have The Worst Boss In The World. I Work Every Day Of The Year Except At Christmas, When I Work A Half Day.