Evil Contained Is Not Evil Destroyed.

The Name Of The Wind Marks The Debut Of A Writer We Would All Do Well To Watch. Patrick Rothfuss Has Real Talent, And His Tale Of Kvothe Is Deep And Intricate And Wondrous.

Genocide Is Like A Dessert. It Is Made Of The Flesh And Bones Of Woman And Children, It Is Sweetened With The Blood Of The Innocent, And It Is Baked In The Ovens Of Auschwitz. There Were Truths To Be Learnt And There Was Wisdom To Be Gained... But There Was A Price To To Be Paid As Well. You Could Not Brush Up Against The Future And Escape Unscathed. You Could Not See Into The Forbidden And Avoid Damage To Your Sight.

I Might Add That You Change As A Person As You Grow Older, So You Change As A Writer, Too.

I Didn't Want Readers To Have To Make Allowances For What They Couldn't See, But To Be Able To Say To Themselves That The Fabric Of The Magic Detailed Was Perfectly Believable.

The Future Is An Ever-shifting Maze Of Possibilities Until It Becomes The Present