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If A Man Is Keeping An Idea To Himself, And That Idea Is Taken By Stealth Or Trickery-i Say It Is Stealing. But Once A Man Has Revealed His Idea To Others, It Is No Longer His Alone. It Belongs To The World.

My Son And I Discovered Terry Pratchett's Books Together, When He Was About Eleven Years Old. He'd Be Reading On His Own And Would Start To Laugh, And Then Eagerly Read The Passage Aloud To Me--and I'd Do The Same To Him! Pratchett's Books Became A Shared Source Of Delight For Us Back Then, And They Still Are Today.

Most Writers Adore Their Editors, And I'm No Exception.

What I Like Most: Reading Well-written Sources That Take Me To Another World For Hours At A Time - And Being Able To Call That Work! Also, Of Course, Finding A Gem Of Information That Is Either Exactly What I Was Looking For, Or Else Fits Perfectly Into The Story In Some Way.

You Burn The Paper, But Not The Words. You Silence The Words, But Not The Thoughts. You Kill The Thoughts Only If You Kill The Man. And You Will Find That His Thoughts Rise Again In The Minds Of Others - Twice As Strong As Before.