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The Bards Sing Of Love, They Celebrate Slaughter, They Extol Kings And Flatter Queens, But Were I A Poet I Would Write In Praise Of Friendship.

You'll Call Me Damned Jew, A Christ Murderer, A Secret Worshipper Of Pigs And A Kidnapper Of Christian Children. How Absurd! Who Would Want To Kidnap Children, Christian Or Otherwise? Vile Things. The Only Mercy Of Children Is That They Grow Up, As My Son Has But Then, Tragically, They Beget More Children. We Do Not Learn Life's Lessons.

At Risk Of Sounding Foully Pompous I Think That Writers' Groups Are Probably Very Useful At The Beginning Of A Writing Career.

I Sometimes Wonder What Would Have Happened If The First Book Had Not Sold... Doesn't Bear Thinking About, But I Suppose We'd Have Made It Work Somehow.

We Make Children And Wealth And Amass Land And Build Halls And Assemble Armies And Give Great Feasts, But Only One Thing Survives Us. Reputation.