Perhaps Living Souls Had Greater

Fantasy Gets A Mixed Reception - A Lot Of Fantasy Is Formulaic But Most Of The Award-winning Fantasy On The Contrary Tends To Be The Stuff At The Edges Of The Genre, Rather Than Swimming In The Middle.

I'd Defend The Right For Any Novelist To Experiment With Form Or Language, But If People Don't Take To It, Don't React By Making Out That They Are Thick.

What I Mean Is This: You Meet Someone, You Think About Them. You're Already Changing Because Of The Way You Think About Them. You Meet Them Again, You Think About Them Some More, You're Changing Again. And On It Goes. You Are Changing Right Now. Before My Eyes.

Rationally Speaking, Blaming One's Behavior On Alcohol Or Drugs Is Like Blaming The Ladder By Which You Descended Into A Pit, Or The Staircase That Took You Down To A Cellar, For What You Found There.

But There Are Times In Life When A Door Opens And You Are Offered A Glimpse Of The Light On The Water, And You Know That If You Don't Take It, That Door Slams Shut, And Maybe Forever. Maybe You Fool Yourself Into Thinking That You Had A Choice At All; Maybe You Were Always Going To Say Yes. Maybe Refusing Was No More A Choice Than Is Holding Your Breath. You Were Always Going To Breathe. You Were Always Going To Say Yes.