From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.

Everything is connected. The wing of the corn beetle affects the direction of the wind, the way the sand drifts, the way the light reflects into the eye of man beholding his reality. All is part of totality, and in this totality man finds his hozro, his way of walking in harmony, with beauty all around him.

I always try to make the setting fit the story I have in mind.

Having grown up in Oklahoma when it was one of the last states which prohibited liquor, I grew up with War On Drugs, where every teenager knew who the bootleggers were

I am 82 years old. I imagine that I will keep on writing as long as anyone wants to keep reading.

The first Chapter Law is, "Don't spend much time on it. You're going to have to rewrite it."

I always have one or two, sometimes more, Navajo or other tribes' cultural elements in mind when I start a plot. In Thief of Time, I wanted to make readers aware of Navajo attitude toward the dead, respect for burial sites.