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I Walk Across The Dreaming Sands Under The Pale Moon: Through The Dreams Of Countries And Cities, Past Dreams Of Places Long Gone And Times Beyond Recall.

Every Lover Is, In His Heart, A Madman, And, In His Head, A Minstrel.

It Is Sometimes A Mistake To Climb. It Is Always A Mistake To Never Make The Attempt.

We Owe It To Each Other To Tell Stories.

We Writers – And Especially Writers For Children, But All Writers – Have An Obligation To Our Readers: It's The Obligation To Write True Things, Especially Important When We Are Creating Tales Of People Who Do Not Exist In Places That Never Were – To Understand That Truth Is Not In What Happens But What It Tells Us About Who We Are. Fiction Is The Lie That Tells The Truth, After All.