Everything Has A Meaning, If Only We

The Lord Of The Rings' Is Fundamentally An Infantile Work. Tolkien Is Not Interested In The Way Grownup, Adult Human Beings Interact With Each Other. He's Interested In Maps And Plans And Languages And Codes.

And Then Serafina Understood Something For Which The Witches Had No Word: It Was The Idea Of Pilgrimage. She Understood Why These Beings Would Wait For Thousands Of Years And Travel Vast Distances In Order To Be Close To Something Important, And How They Would Feel Differently For The Rest Of Time, Having Been Briefly In Its Presence. That Was How These Creatures Looked Now, These Beautiful Pilgrims Of Rarefied Light, Standing Around The Girl With The Dirty-face And The Tartan Skirt And The Boy With The Wounded Hand Who Was Frowning In His Sleep.

I Don't Profess Any Religion; I Don't Think It's Possible That There Is A God.... My Books Are About Killing God.

The E-book Revolution Has Made It Very Easy To Pay Writers A Good Deal Less Than What Their Work Is Worth. I Do Strongly Believe That We Writers Ought To Hold Out For Much Better Royalties.

People Should Decide On The Books' Meanings For Themselves. They'll Find A Story That Attacks Such Things As Cruelty, Oppression, Intolerance, Unkindness, Narrow-mindedness, And Celebrates Love, Kindness, Open-mindedness, Tolerance, Curiosity, Human Intelligence.