How Can You Stop Writing?

The Essays In The Great Taos Bank Robbery Were My Project To Win A Master Of Arts Degree In English When I Quit Being A Newspaper Editor And Went Back To College.

I Always Try To Make The Setting Fit The Story I Have In Mind.

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.

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

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