Writing Is A Solitary Occupation.

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.

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.

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.

I Sometimes Wonder What Would Have Happened If The First Book Had Not Sold... Doesn't Bear Thinking About, But I Suppose We'd Have Made It Work Somehow.

‎our Ancestors Took This Land. They Took It And Made It And Held It. We Do Not Give Up What Our Ancestors Gave Us. They Came Across The Sea And They Fought Here, And They Built Here And They're Buried Here. This Is Our Land, Mixed With Our Blood, Strengthened With Our Bone. Ours!