Joy Is In The Ears That Hear.

Part Of Him Wanted To Weep... But His Purpose Was Rigid Within Him. He Felt He Could Not Bend To Gentleness Without Breaking.

There Is No Life Which Does Not Possess Its Own Importance, No Life Which May Not Be Touched By Greatness At Any Time -- Yes, Be Touched By Greatness And Have A Hand In It. (from The Mirror Of Her Dreams)

Steven Erikson Is An Extraordinary Writer. I Read Gardens Of The Moon With Great Pleasure. And Now That I Have Read It, I Would Be Hard Pressed To Decide What I Enjoyed More: The Richly And Ominously Magical World Of Malaz And Genabackis; The Large Cast Of Sympathetically-rendered Characters; Or The Way The Story Accumulates To A Climax That Hits Like Machinegun Fire. My Advice To Anyone Who Might Listen To Me Is, Treat Yourself To Gardens Of The Moon. And My Entirely Selfish Advice To Steven Erikson Is, Write Faster.

I May Not Yet Be As Old As Dirt, But Dirt And I Are Starting To Have An Awful Lot In Common.

We Didn't Make The World. All We Have To Do Is Live In It.