How Can You Stop Writing?

From Where We Stand The Rain Seems Random. If We Could Stand Somewhere Else, We Would See The Order In It.

Although I Wasnt Able To Get A Visa For Vietnam, I Was Able To Talk With Swift Boat Veterans To Get A Feel For The Time And Place, And I Visited A Tropical Prison In The Philippines To Get A Sense Of What A Vietnamese Prison Might Have Been Like.

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.

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."