Read like a wolf eats and write every day. Every. Single. Day.

The person who reads can bail, but the person who doesn't fails.

That's all it took to solve problems - just sense.

I can't rightly say where deciding to write about the American Revolution came from; I had bits and pieces of information about the war and about the country at that time that I'd collected over the years and, of course, I'm comfortable in the woods, so, finally, it just all feel into place.

I spent uncounted hours sitting at the bow looking at the water and the sky, studying each wave, different from the last, seeing how it caught the light, the air, the wind; watching patterns, the sweep of it all, and letting it take me. The sea.

Things seemed to go back and forth between reality and imagination--except that it was all reality.

He had to keep thinking of them because if he forgot them and did not think of them they might forget about him. And he had to keep hoping.