I got nice rejections explaining that historical fiction was a difficult sell. But I kept trying.

It is terrible how much has been forgotten, which is why, I suppose, remembering seems a holy thing.

The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.

Mountains are where heaven meets earth.

The more I do bookstores, the more people come up to me from church groups. I spoke at Pittsburg State College and had 2 or 3 ministers and book groups from a couple of churches.

Egypt loved the lotus becuase it never dies. It is the same for people who are loved. Thus can something as insignificant as a name-two syllables, one high, one sweet- summon up the innumerable smiles, tears, sighs and dreams of a human life.

My heart is a ladle of sweet water brimming over.