I Am Not Going To Talk About

When Healers Yearn To Kill Then Hope Begins To Die ... Evil Cannot Be Overcome By Evil.

We Are Full Of Dreams [...] We Long For The Unattainable. We Believe In The Nonsense Of Fables. There Is No Pure Love; There Is Lust And There Is Need.

The Purpose Of Debates Is To Explore Issues, Not End Them.

This Is The Real Magic Of Fantasy Fiction: It Can Feed Souls And Change Lives.

They Dont Understand What Real Treasure Is. They See It In Gold And Copper, And Tin. They See In Herds Of Horses Or Cattle. They Gather Treasures To Themselves, Building Great Storehouses, Which They Guard Ferociously. Then They Die. What Good Is It Then?