I write novellas because I don't like loose sprawling prose.

Zen is the vehicle of reality.

The days are stacked against what we think we are.

Fishing makes us less the hostages to the horrors of making a living.

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

That is simply the most beautiful publishing office in the world, with that cranky old building in that wonderful park.

I did not want to live out my life in the strenuous effort to hold a ghost world together. It was plain as the stars that time herself moved in grand tidal sweeps rather than the tick-tocks we suffocate within, and that I must reshape myself to fully inhabit the earth rather than dawdle in the sump of my foibles.