How Can You Stop Writing?

Although I Wasnt Able To Get A Visa For Vietnam, I Was Able To Talk With Swift Boat Veterans To Get A Feel For The Time And Place, And I Visited A Tropical Prison In The Philippines To Get A Sense Of What A Vietnamese Prison Might Have Been Like.

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.

The Highest Praise A Writer Can Give Another Is To Say He Wishes He Had Written His Book. I Wish I Had Written Forty Words For Sorrow. Giles Blunt Has A Tremendous Talent. If You Miss Forty Words For Sorrow, You'll Miss One Of Best Novels Of 2001.

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.

The First Chapter Law Is, "don't Spend Much Time On It. You're Going To Have To Rewrite It."