Who wills, Can. Who tries, Does. Who loves, Lives.

I wouldn't encourage new writers to start off publishing through electronic media... it still isn't wide enough for the readership they would need to get a good start

I have a shelf of comfort books, which I read when the world closes in on me or something untoward happens

But I will say that living in Ireland has changed the cadence and fullness of speech, since the Irish love words and use as many of them in a sentence as possible

Make no judgments where you have no compassion.

I think the Internet, particularly the availability of information, is great. I do a lot of correspondence on-line and have a chat line to talk to my fans as well

I did not have a chance to write novels until my youngest child started school fulltime

I think writers need windows on a view to remind them that a whole world is out there, not the minutiae with which they might be dealing on a close scale

How much can a dragon carry? As much as it thinks it can

What I used to do between writing fits was feed my kids, ride my horse and go shopping for cat and dog food.

Living is struggling to do something impossible; To succeed or die, knowing that you had tried.

Stay inspired by feeding your mind with positive, healthy, mental food through reading or listening to good inspirational, motivational, and educational material.

I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark.

Before you get bored of yourself try creativity in your life.

Good literature is a mirror through which we see ourselves more clearly.

A general who allows himself to be decisively defeated in an extended mountain position deserves to be court-martialled.

With man gone, will there be hope for gorilla?

I keep my eyes wide open all the time.

Yeah, I actually do know where I am.

You always get that one customer that decides that your name is boy. Or something. It certainly reinforces a respect I already had for people that are in the hospitality industry.

So passes away the glory of this world. ('Sic transit gloria mundi.')