I Grew Up In Seattle, But I

Post-modernism Is Dead Because It Didn't Address Human Needs.

I Know You'll Think This Is Crazy, But All I Want To Do Is Hold You, And I Think That If You'll Let Me Do That Just For A Few Seconds, I Can Walk Away, And Never Speak To You Again.

There Are Things In This Universe That We Cannot Control, And Then There Are The Things We Can. . . . Let Fate, Coincidence, And Accident Conspire; Human Beings Must Act On Reason.

The Real Question Is: How Do You React? What Do You Do Next? Evade Responsibilities? Bury Yourself In Work? What Do You Do? All Three Of My Novels Take Up That Question, Although None Gives An Answer.

When It Comes Time To Sit Down And Write The Next Book, You're Deathly Afraid That You're Not Up To The Task. That Was Certainly The Case With Me After Snow Falling On Cedars.