Being his real brother I could feel I live in his shadows, but I never have and I do not now. I live in his glow.

I could believe only in the hell I was living in, a hell on earth, and it was man-made, not God-made.

But just as soon as this war's over and finished with,I'll get back home and marry her.I've grown up with her, Joey, known her all my life. S'pose I know her almost as well as I know myself, and I like her a lot better.

Don't worry about writing a book or getting famous or making money. Just lead an interesting life.

Remember to write for yourself, not for a market and give yourself time to develop your own style, your own voice. It takes a lifetime. Enjoy it!

I'm still not sure I want to be a writer. I think of myself as a storyteller more.

I spend months, sometimes years, doing what I call dreamtime, weaving it together inside my head. But when I actually feel that the egg of my story is ready to hatch, then I can write it in three months. Then I know the landscape and the people well and from the inside, but I don't necessarily know where the story is going to take us.