The First Chapter Law Is,

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.

Everything Is Connected. The Wing Of The Corn Beetle Affects The Direction Of The Wind, The Way The Sand Drifts, The Way The Light Reflects Into The Eye Of Man Beholding His Reality. All Is Part Of Totality, And In This Totality Man Finds His Hozro, His Way Of Walking In Harmony, With Beauty All Around Him.

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

I Am 82 Years Old. I Imagine That I Will Keep On Writing As Long As Anyone Wants To Keep Reading.

You Write For Two People, Yourself And Your Audience, Who Are Usually Better Educated And At Least As Smart.