Success, Like Fashion, Is A Fickle Companion

Humility Is Not A Virtue In A Writer, It Is An Absolute Necessity.

Then The Sun Broke Above The Crest Of The Hills And The Entire Countryside Looked Soaked In Blood, The Arroyos Deep In Shadow, The Cones Of Dead Volcanoes Stark And Biscuit-colored Against The Sky. I Could Smell Pinion Trees, Wet Sage, Woodsmoke, Cattle In The Pastures, And Creek Water That Had Melted From Snow. I Could Smell The Way The Country Probably Was When It Was Only A Dream In The Mind Of God.

Age Is A Clever Thief. It Takes A Little From You Each Day, So You're Not Aware Of Your Loss Until It'd Irreversible.

To Misuse One's Talent, To Be Cavalier About It, To Set It Aside Because Of Fear Or Sloth Is Unpardonable.

I Think All Good Narration Contains An Element Of Mystery And Suspense. If It Didn't, If The Storyline Were Predictable, We Would Have No Interest In Reading It.