It occurred to me that for a long time I tried not to write about my own backyard and my home. I suppose I was selfishly keeping it to my self. And in doing so, I was never able to get out into this incredible wilderness area - by the way, I live right at the edge of the most incredible wilderness area probably in the northern hemisphere.

My concept of drama requires obstacles, and there's no obstacles in comfort.

A journey is measured in friends, not miles.

Mystery is a resource, like coal or gold, and its preservation is a fine thing.

It was Muddy Waters who took the Delta blues north to Chicago, electrified the sound, and changed the course of popular music as we know it. That's pretty much the judgment of history, and it is mine as well.

The hard wind we get around here on the eastern slopes of the Rockies is called a Chinook. It's a katabatic wind and comes from mountains to the west of us and the mountains to the south.

Many people go into the wilderness to experience it, and if they experience it in comfort, there's very little in a literary sense for them to write about.