I Think In Any Writing You're Paying

Be Light, Light, Light - Full Of Light!

Simultaneously I Am Myself, The Child I Was, The Old Man I Will Be.

I Like To Hear And Smell The Countryside, The Land That My Characters Inhabit. I Don’t Want These Characters To Step Off The Page, I Want Them To Step Out Of The Landscape.

Have You Seen The Snow Leopard? No! Isn't That Wonderful?

And Only The Enlightened Can Recall Their Former Lives; For The Rest Of Us, The Memories Of Past Existences Are But Glints Of Light, Twinges Of Longing, Passing Shadows, Disturbingly Familiar, That Are Gone Before They Can Be Grasped, Like The Passage Of That Silver Bird On Dhaulagiri.