Let's just say that I was raised by my grandparents.

The standing fields [ready to harvest]were the legions who hadn't filled their God-vacuum with the One who was born to fill it; the standing fields were those who waited for someone to reach out and speak the truth, and tell them how they might be saved.

Cynics will say there are no good people out there. And if you read the papers and watch TV news you could be convinced of that. But there are good people.

Well, I think some people are very happy in retirement. And in a year and a half I'm going to see how happy I feel in retirement. I'm just going to not work quite so hard, but I'll continue to write as long as God gives me breath.

Even the roughest character, underneath all that hurt, is someone who wants to love and be loved.

In Ireland there’s no such thing as bad weather ~~~ only the wrong clothes. (In the Company of Others)

My first novel is loaded with food references largely because my cupboards were bare, and I was writing hungry.