My Books Are About Killing God.

If A Witch Needs Something, Another Witch Will Give It To Her. If There Is War To Be Fought, We Don't Consider Cost One Of The Factors In Deciding Whether Or Not It Is Right To Fight. Nor Do We Have Any Notion Of Honor. An Insult To A Bear Is A Deadly Thing. To Us...inconceivable. How Could You Insult A Witch? What Would It Matter If You Did?

My Only Real Claim To Anyone's Attention Lies In My Writing

That's The Duty Of The Old, To Be Anxious On Behalf Of The Young. And The Duty Of The Young Is To Scorn The Anxiety Of The Old.

All Writing Is Difficult. The Most You Can Hope For Is A Day When It Goes Reasonably Easily. Plumbers Don't Get Plumber's Block, And Doctors Don't Get Doctor's Block; Why Should Writers Be The Only Profession That Gives A Special Name To The Difficulty Of Working, And Then Expects Sympathy For It?

I Think It's Perfectly Possible To Explain How The Universe Came About Without Bringing God Into It, But I Don't Know Everything, And There May Well Be A God Somewhere, Hiding Away. Actually, If He Is Keeping Out Of Sight, It's Because He's Ashamed Of His Followers And All The Cruelty And Ignorance They're Responsible For Promoting In His Name. If I Were Him, I'd Want Nothing To Do With Them.