I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.

- he could do charming things, if only he had known how to finish them!

I knew then that the person on the outside was only a shell, a presence to be seen and provoked. Inside was the real me, where my tears joined the tears of all the sad people to form the three waterfalls in the night country.

Why my interest in writers? Well, I&#39;m one, and many of my friends are writers. I know what it&#39;s like to write. I&#39;m interested in the creative process. I&#39;m fascinated by the disparity between who we are on the outside, and what we have bubbling away inside us.

Eric Brown

Quotes by Eric Brown

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