Franz Liszt

Life is only a long and bitter suicide, and faith alone can transform this suicide into a sacrifice.

Music embodies feeling without forcing it to contend and combine with thought, as it is forced in most arts and especially in the art of words.

Real men are sadly lacking in this world, for when they are put to the test they prove worthless.

All of world's eyes are trained on the Games. So winning at that stage is heroic. It is a different feeling altogether and cannot be explained in words.

It is the eye of ignorance that assigns a fixed and unchangeable color to every object; beware of this stumbling block.

I am thrilled to get the chance to write comics - and to tell Forgotten Realms tales, to boot!