Another Thing I Learned Is That Novels,

Twenty-five, He Was. Twenty-five Tomorrow. Some Years The Snow Had Melted For His Birthday, But Not This Year, And So It Had Been A Long Winter Full Of Cows.

Respect And Fear Are Two Different Things.

People With Good Intentions Never Give Up!

Before I Write A Novel, Images Float Around In My Head That Work Like Icons - They Are Meaningless In Themselves, But Serve As Reminders.

I'm A Natural Novelist. I'm Interested In The Person And The Group, And How They Mesh. And One Of The Ways I Don't Want Them To Mesh Is For The Person To Be Subsumed Into The Group.