To early man, trees were objects of awe and wonder. The mystery of their growth, the movement of their leaves and branches, the way they seemed to die and come again to life in spring, the sudden growth of the plant from the seed - all these appeared to be miracles as indeed they still are, miracles of nature!

The more you write, the better you will write! So - keep at it!

When you write a novel you have to live with the characters for a long time. So I prefer short stories. I never wrote anything more than 250 pages.

To return to my own trees, I went among them often, acknowledging their presence with a touch of my hand against their trunks.

There are two kinds of authors - subjective and objective. Introverts are more inward looking.

I write a story in my head. I see the story like a movie.

Yes, I'd love to have a garden of my own--spacious, and full of everything that is fragrant and flowering. But if I don't succeed, never mind--I've still got the dream.