There Are Seasons Of Our Lives When

Life Is A Jest Of The Gods And There Is No Justice. You Must Learn To Laugh… Or Else You'll Weep Yourself To Death.

There Are Seasons Of Our Lives When Nothing Seems To Be Happening, When No Smoke Betrays A Burned Town Or Homestead And Few Tears Are Shed For The Newly Dead. I Have Learned Not To Trust Those Times, Because If The World Is At Peace Then It Means Someone Is Planning War.

I'm Fortunate That The Books Sell, But Even More Fortunate To Live In Chatham, To Be Very Happily Married And To Have, On The Whole, A Fairly Clear Conscience.

Research Is A Lifelong Occupation So It's Hard To Factor It In, But I Reckon Most Books Take 5 Months From Start To Finish.

You'll Call Me Damned Jew, A Christ Murderer, A Secret Worshipper Of Pigs And A Kidnapper Of Christian Children. How Absurd! Who Would Want To Kidnap Children, Christian Or Otherwise? Vile Things. The Only Mercy Of Children Is That They Grow Up, As My Son Has But Then, Tragically, They Beget More Children. We Do Not Learn Life's Lessons.