I love to fool my readers, but in a good way. If you've read any of my work, there's a good chance that at some point I surprised you.

A related recurring theme is the exploration of how we take for granted the things in our immediate environment that are common and ordinary. Existential blindness, of sorts.

Don't let a loud few determine the nature of the sound. It makes for poor harmony and diminishes the song.

Whenever you go on a trip to visit foreign lands or distant places, remember that they are all someone's home and backyard.

The act of sharing with readers was at first too much of an intimate thing. But it evolved into an intense necessity to share.

Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things. Love is the same way. Use it to "season" people.

Clad in metaphor, the world becomes newborn to our senses, like a phoenix. It is the most effective fresh presentation of the elements of our life for our jaded, numbed, even ailing sense of imagination.