Helen Hunt Jackson

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.

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

I have a naturally camp sensibility and a camp sense of humour. I love the icons that gay people love.