If I have not love, I am Nothing.

Love is patient. Love is kind. It bears all things. Love never fails. Love is as strong as death.

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.

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

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

Where do we record the passing of wildlife? Who mourns the silent deaths of the small?

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