The Bark On The Tree Was Just

My Parents Played Bridge, And I Remember Being Fascinated Watching Them. I Sometimes Got A Chance To Sit In On A Hand, Which I Loved. But Then I Didn't Actually Play On My Own For About 30 Years.

Give Me A Dollar Or I'll Spit On You.

You Need A Reason To Be Sad. You Don't Need A Reason To Be Happy.

If Only, If Only, The Moon Speaks No Reply; Reflecting The Sun And All That's Gone By. Be Strong My Weary Wolf, Turn Around Boldly. Fly High, My Baby Bird, My Angel, My Only

I Never Think Of An Entire Book At Once. I Always Just Start With A Very Small Idea. In 'holes,' I Just Began With The Setting; A Juvenile Correctional Facility Located In The Texas Desert. Then I Slowly Make Up The Story, And Rewrite It Several Times, And Each Time I Rewrite It, I Get New Ideas, And Change The Old Ideas Around.