Tad Williams
Tad Williams
Robert Paul "Tad" Williamsis an American writer. He is the international bestselling fantasy and science fiction author of the multivolume Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn series, Otherland series, and Shadowmarch series as well as the standalone novels Tailchaser's Song, The War of the Flowers, Caliban's Hour, and Child of an Ancient City. Most recently, Williams published The Bobby Dollar series. His short fiction and essays have been published in anthologies and collected in Rite: Short Work and A Stark and Wormy...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth14 March 1957
CountryUnited States of America
Remember that each light between sunrise and sunset is worth dying for at least once.
Sleep. To lie down and shut out the noise, the fear, the unceasing misery.
Learn a lot about the world and finish things, even if it is just a short story. Finish it before you start something else. Finish it before you start rewriting it. That's really important. It's to find out if you're going to be a writer or not, because that's one of the most important lessons. Most, maybe 90% of people, will start writing and never finish what they started. If you want to be a writer that's the hardest and most important lesson: Finish it. Then go back to fix it.
Though talent is wonderful, dance is 80% work and 20% talent.
When your teeth are gone, learn to like mush.
Every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger.
If the bears don't get you, it's home.
Every man is the hero of his own song.
A well-aimed spear is worth three.
...Coca-Cola and fries, the wafer and wine of the Western religion of commerce.
Ah? A small aversion to menial labor?" The doctor cocked an eyebrow. "Understandable, but misplaced. One should treasure those hum-drum tasks that keep the body occupied but leave the mind and heart unfettered.
Confident. Cocky. Lazy. Dead.
After all, is it not the way we humans shape the universe, shape time itself? Do we not take the raw stuff of chaos and impose a beginning, middle, and end on it, like the simplest and most profound of folktales, to reflect the shapes of our own tiny lives? And if the physicists are right, that the physical world changes as it is observed, and we are its only known observers, then might we not be bending the entire chaotic universe, the eternal, ever-active Now, to fit that familiar form?
Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.