It is an author's most solemn obligation to honor truth. If the free and independent writer does not speak truth to power, who will?
I want my body to help fertilize the growth of a cactus or cliff rose or sagebrush or tree.
My computer tells me that in twenty-five years there will be no more computers.
A life without tragedy would not be worth living.
Why do I live in the desert? Because the desert is the *locus Dei*.
My notion of a great novel is something like a five-hundred-page shaggy-dog story, with only the punch line omitted.