I can write anywhere.

Birthdays are ghost bounty hunters that track you down to ask, "Que pasa, baby?

After a lifetime of world travel I've been fascinated that those in the third world don't have the same perception of reality that we do.

I couldn't run a tight schedule, and if you're any good at teaching, you get sucked dry because you like your students and you're trying to help them, but you don't have any time left to write yourself.

The answer is always in the entire story, not a piece of it.

I can maintain my sense of the sacredness of existence only by understanding my own limitations and losing my self-importance.

Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.