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To Grant The Power Of A Weapon Master To Anyone At All, Without Effort, Without Training And Proof That The Lessons Have Taken Hold, Is To Deny The Responsibility That Comes With Such Power.

I Am No Longer Amazed By How Quickly A Man Will Justify His Change Of Heart When A Spear Is Leveled His Way.

The Most Common Criticism That I've Seen Is That I Write "popcorn Fantasy": Lightweight Action-adventure. Some People Call It That As They Explain Why They Love It For Exactly That Reason. I'm Cool With That, Either Way. I Just Nod And Let It Go.

To Any Intelligent Being, There Is No Emotion More Important Than Hope. Individually Or Collectively, We Must Hope That The Future Will Be Better Than The Past, That Our Offspring, And Theirs After Them, Will Be A Bit Closer To An Ideal Society, Whatever Our Perception Of That Might Be... It Is At Those Times When We Feel We Are Contributing To That Ultimate End... We Feel True Elation.

These Were The Companions Who Justified My Principles, Who Gave Me The Strength To Continue Against Any Foe, Real Or Imagined. These Were The Companions Who Fought The Helplessness, The Rage, And Frustration. These Were The Friends Who Gave Me My Life.