Besides, for poets it wasn’t lying, it was art. — Karen Lord

His mother had been the daughter of a minor chief, and she had carefully instilled in Ansige an understanding of the importance of importance.

That was the nature of chaos; its effects spanned time in ways that were not always immediately discernible, not even by beings outside of time.

Let me tell you, I have seen men who are trying to find themselves, and I have seen men who are trying to lose themselves, but rare indeed is the man who knows exactly who he is and where he is at.