Thoughts, and words that spring from them, bend the individual's reality. To speak of death is to invite it. To think of sorrow is to produce it.

You write for two people, yourself and your audience, who are usually better educated and at least as smart.

An author knows his landscape best; he can stand around, smell the wind, get a feel for his place.

Women are extremely important shapers of my own life.

I know what I write about seems exotic to a lot of people, but not for me. I pulled up to an old trading post and saw a few elderly Navajos sitting on a bench. I felt right at home.

A writer is like a bag lady going through life with a sack and a pointed stick collecting stuff.

IF you are not for yourself, who will be for you? If you are only for yourself, what are you? If not now, when?