The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.

Its the most breathtakingly ironic things about living: the fact that we are all-identical twins included-alone. Singular. And yet what we seek-what saves us-is our connection to others.

I try to stick with what moves me or teaches me about myself, same thing I hope the novels do for others.

I work hard, do my best and send it out to the world hoping that people can relate to it. I accept any reaction and hope they think it is worth reading.

But I think this: that whatever prices I've paid, whatever sorrows I shoulder, well, I have blessings, too. Not just my family now, but the others-the ones who have died...They're with me still. They're here...

The roundness of life's design may be a sign that there is a presence beyond ourselves.

So many bad things have happened to them that they can't trust the good things. They have to shove them away before someone can get it back.