True, the initial ideas are in general those of an individual, but the establishment of the reality and truth is in general the work of more than one person.

When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

Evil exemplifies the contemptuous transgression and annihilation of virtue.

Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have.

One of the things everybody seems to want to ask writers is, "Where do you get your ideas?" When people ask me this, my usual response is, "Ideas are the easy part. The hard part is writing them down.

There are two excellent challengers against darkness in this universe: Powerful lights and great ideas!