The Slave Who Dances Is Free ...

My Female Protagonist Will Not Be This Promiscuous, Beautiful, Dark-haired, Thin Lady. It Will Be A Plump, Blond, Healer And So Forth.

Land Is Something One Should Never Sell. It Is The Only Thing Left When All Else Is Gone

Far Away From My Country I Would Be Like Those Trees They Chop Down At Christmastime, Those Poor Rootless Pines That Last A Little While And Then Die.

We Are Too Connected. There's Noise In Our Heads All The Time.

But I Don't Want More Things Than I Need, Either.