If You Are Not For

I Know What I Write About Seems Exotic To A Lot Of People, But Not For Me. I Pulled Up To An Old Trading Post And Saw A Few Elderly Navajos Sitting On A Bench. I Felt Right At Home.

If You Are Not For Yourself, Who Will Be For You? If You Are Only For Yourself, What Are You? If Not Now, When?

I Try To Make My Books Reflect Humanity As I See It.

An Author Knows His Landscape Best; He Can Stand Around, Smell The Wind, Get A Feel For His Place.

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