Some Old Wounds Never Truly Heal, And

I Can See A Scene In My Head, And When I Try To Get It Down In Words On Paper, The Words Are Clunky; The Scene Is Not Coming Across Right. So Frustrating. And There Are Days Where It Keeps Flowing. Open The Floodgates, And There It Is. Pages And Pages Coming. Where The Hell Does This All Come From? I Don't Know.

Know The Men Who Follow You And Let Them Know You. Don't Ask Your Men To Die For A Stranger.

...grief Can Derange Even The Strongest And Most Disciplined Of Minds.

Half-truths Are Worth More Than Outright Lies.

If The Novels Are Still Being Read In 50 Years, No One Is Ever Going To Say: 'what's Great About That Sixth Book Is That He Met His Deadline!' It Will Be About How The Whole Thing Stands Up.