I Loved The World Of Imagination.

I Didn't And Don't Go To Internet For Any Business Purposes. The Book Sales For Me By This Point Are Way Beyond Any Influence I Might Have, Positively, Or Others Might Have, Negatively.

Loss Of Empathy Might Well Be The Most Enduring And Deep-cutting Scar Of All, The Silent Blade Of An Unseen Emey, Tearing At Our Hearts And Stealing More Than Our Strength- Drizzt Do'urden

Writing Is An Incredibly Lonely Job.

"a Man Inferior With The Blade Or With His Thoughts Can Still So Elevate Himself," Entreri Explained Curtly, "if He Can Impart The Belief That Some God Or Other Speaks Through Him. It Is The Greatest Deception In All The World And One Embraced By Kings And Lords, While The Minor Lying Thieves On The Streets Or Calimport And Other Cities Lose Their Tongues For So Attempting To Coax The Purses Of Others."

As I Became A Creature Of The Empty Tunnels, Survival Became Easier And More Difficult All At Once. I Gained In The Physical Skills And Experience Necessary To Live On. I Could Defeat Almost Anything That Wandered Into My Chosen Domain. It Did Not Take Me Long, However, To Discover One Nemesis That I Could Neither Defeat Nor Flee. It Followed Me Wherever I Went - Indeed, The Farther I Ran, The More It Closed In Around Me. My Enemy Was Solitude, The Interminable, Incessant Silence Of Hushed Corridors.