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I Don't Write From Dreams Because I Don't Remember Mine, But I Had A Fragment Of An Image Left About Twins, Whose Father Was Telling Them How Their Lives Were Going To Go For The Next Eight Years. I Wrote A Scene About That, And Then Another And Then Another And Then Another, And After Five Months I Had 732 Pages.

When People Say A Knight's Job Is All Glory, I Laugh And Laugh And Laugh. Often I Can Stop Laughing Before They Edge Away And Talk About Soothing Drinks.

Don't Call Me 'gentleman'. I Work For A Livin'.

You Mortals Are Like Fish Swimming In A Globe Of Glass. That Globe Is Your World. You Do Not See Beyond It.

And If They Don't Believe Us, I Can Give Them The Ghost Eyes, You Can Go All Big And Threatening, Farmer Can Do His Cracknob Simpleton, And My Lady Can Don Her Nobleness. We'll Do All Right.