The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.

A desert is a place without expectation.

From Ernest Hemingway's stories I learned to listen within my stories for what went unsaid by my characters.

The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Ideology demands it. Society exacts it.

Writers themselves don't analyze what they do; to analyze would be to look down while crossing a canyon on a tightrope.

The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.

In various and different circumstances certain objects and individuals are going to turn out to be vital. The wager of survival cannot, by its nature, reveal which, in advance of events.