When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: either there will be ground to stand on, or you will be given wings to fly.

All my books reflect travel adventures of some kind, and all have a soul: a spiritual or mystical underpinning.

To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am.

You shouldn't read so much, you'll get a brain tumor.

You can't really know what you are made of until you are tested.

For every pleasure, there must be a sacrifice.

If you're betwixt and between, trust the one with red hair.