I am now working on the second WWI story and find the challenge marvelous.

People only tell lies when the truth is disagreeable to them, or frightens them, or to cover sin.

... She knew in her heart that to be without optimism, that core of reasonless hope in the spirit rather than the brain, was a fatal flaw, the seed of death.

You start at the end, and then go back and write and go that way. Not everyone does, but I do. Some people just sit down at the page and start off. I start from what happened, including the why.

A good library can provide the furniture of our minds and the threads from which we weave our dreams.

We believe world peace is inevitable.

some kinds of beauty did not heal, but hollowed the pain even deeper.