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Life Is Very Full Of Sex, Or Should Be. As Much As I Admire Tolkien - And I Do, He Was A Giant Of Fantasy And A Giant Of Literature, And I Think He Wrote A Great Book That Will Be Read For Many Years - You Do Have To Wonder Where All Those Hobbits Came From, Since You Can't Imagine Hobbits Having Sex, Can You? Well, Sex Is An Important Part Of Who We Are. It Drives Us, It Motivates Us, It Makes Us Do Sometimes Very Noble Things And It Makes Us Do Sometimes Incredibly Stupid Things. Leave It Out, And You've Got An Incomplete World.

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Life Is Very Full

George R. R. Martin

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Life Is Very Full Of Sex, Or Should Be. As Much As I Admire Tolkien - And I Do, He Was A Giant Of Fantasy And A Giant Of Literature, And I Think He Wrote A Great Book That Will Be Read For Many Years - You Do Have To Wonder Where All Those Hobbits Came From, Since You Can't Imagine Hobbits Having Sex, Can You? Well, Sex Is An Important Part Of Who We Are. It Drives Us, It Motivates Us, It Makes Us Do Sometimes Very Noble Things And It Makes Us Do Sometimes Incredibly Stupid Things. Leave It Out, And You've Got An Incomplete World.

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I Would Also Suggest That Any Aspiring Writer Begin With Short Stories. These Days, I Meet Far Too Many Young Writers Who Try To Start Off With A Novel Right Off, Or A Trilogy, Or Even A Nine-book Series. That's Like Starting In At Rock Climbing By Tackling Mt. Everest. Short Stories Help You Learn Your Craft.

I Like Grey Characters; Fantasy For Too Long Has Been Focused On Very Stereotypical Heroes And Villains.

Drifting Snowflakes Brushed Her Face As Light As Lover’s Kisses, And Melted On Her Cheeks. At The Center Of The Garden, Beside The Statue Of The Weeping Woman That Lay Broken And Half-buried On The Ground, She Turned Her Face Up To The Sky And Closed Her Eyes. She Could Feel The Snow On Her Lashes, Taste It On Her Lips. It Was The Taste Of Winterfell. The Taste Of Innocence. The Taste Of Dreams.

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