The future and the past are equally meaningless because they are nebulous entities, times that do not exist, containing events which have no echo because they are gone, or which hold no import because they are yet to happen. What is important is the here and now, and now, and now, and the spaces between the nows.

It wasn't a case of me sitting down and thinking, right then, what shall I do with my life? Airline pilot? Plumber? Guitar manufacturer? Writer .... yeah, writer. I've always loved writing, from a very early age--I guess I was writing my first stories when I was still in single digits. It progressed, and the love of writing grew in my mind and is still growing. Doing it full-time, there are different stresses and tensions, and the business side of it comes to the fore sometimes. But I still love it, and I'm always thankful that I can do what I do and make a living from it.

To the discovered, the discoverer can be a god.

Do you have to feel something for it to be real or mean anything? Can you touch your dreams, taste your imagination.

Love is harsh, and it consumes. And more than anything, it demands sacrifice.

Voyaging great distances -- through forests, from island to island, across plains and into the mountains -- is all about finding ourselves.

I like to think I'm positive and optimistic about things generally, but what I write does tend towards the darker end of the spectrum.