Too Stupid To Learn And Too Stupid

As Faulkner Says, All Of Us Have The Capacity In Us For Great Good And For Great Evil, For Love But Also For Hate. I Wanted To Write Those Kinds Of Complex Character In A Fantasy, And Not Just Have All The Good People Get Together To Fight The Bad Guy.

All These Kings Would Do A Deal Better If They Would Put Down Their Swords And Listen To Their Mothers.

We Know Truth For The Cruel Instrument It Is. Beauty Is Infinitely Preferable To Truth.

My Featherbed Is Deep And Soft, And There I’ll Lay You Down, I’ll Dress You All In Yellow Silk And On Your Head A Crown. For You Shall Be My Lady Love, And I Shall Be Your Lord. I’ll Always Keep You Warm And Safe, And Guard You With My Sword. And How She Smiled And How She Laughed, The Maiden Of The Tree. She Spun Away And Said To Him, No Featherbed For Me. I’ll Wear A Gown Of Golden Leaves, And Bind My Hair With Grass, But You Can Be My Forest Love, And Me Your Forest Lass.

The Lord Of Light In His Wisdom Made Us Male And Female, Two Parts Of A Greater Whole. In Our Joining There Is Power. Power To Make Life. Power To Make Light. Power To Cast Shadows.