In The End Words Are Just Wind.

I've Been Many Kinds Of Writers In My Career: Novelist; Tele-playwright; Short Story Writer. As A High-school Student, I Wrote Amateur Pieces For Fanzines, And I've Written For Hollywood.

What Is Honor Compared To A Woman's Love? What Is Duty Against The Feel Of A Newborn Son In Your Arms . . . Or The Memory Of A Brother's Smile? Wind And Words. Wind And Words. We Are Only Human, And The Gods Have Fashioned Us For Love. That Is Our Great Glory, And Our Great Tragedy.

You Don't Just Have People Who Wake Up In The Morning And Say, "what Evil Things Can I Do Today, Because I'm Mr. Evil?" People Do Things For What They Think Are Justified Reasons. Everybody Is The Hero Of Their Own Story, And You Have To Keep That In Mind. If You Read A Lot Of History, As I Do, Even The Worst And Most Monstrous People Thought They Were The Good Guys. We're All Very Tangled Knots.

A Lot Of Fantasy Names Are Too Much. They’re Too Difficult To Pronounce. I Wanted The Flavour Of Medieval England. I Took Actual Names We Still Use Today, Like ‘robert’, And In Some Case I Tweaked Them A Little Bit. I Made ‘edward’ Into ‘eddard’. If You Look Back At Medieval Times, No One Knew How To Spell Their Own Names. There Are A Lot Of Variations That We’ve Lost.

The Gods Made The Earth For All Men T' Share. Only When The Kings Come With Their Crowns And Steel Swords, They Claimed It Was All Theirs. "my Trees," They Said, "you Can't Eat Them Apples. My Stream, You Can't Fish Here. My Wood, You're Not T' Hunt. My Earth, My Water, My Castle, My Daughter, Keep Your Hands Away Or I'll Chop 'em Off, But Maybe If You Kneel T' Me I'll Let You Have A Sniff." You Call Us Thieves, But At Least A Thief Has T' Be Brave And Clever And Quick. A Kneeler Only Has T' Kneel.