I was a corporate trouble-shooter for many years, and I know what it is like to walk very carefully into a hostile environment.

I firmly believe as an author you have to go out in life and hear the stories of people. In pubs in the UK or a retirement home in the US it is the stories of others that bring a book to life.

I often speak to returning service people about their experiences while serving. Whether in 1915 or 2005, the core issue of facing death on a daily basis remains.

During high school I worked in a retirement home. I spent many wonderful hours hearing from service men and their widows about WWI.

My great uncle fought in WWI. His stories fascinated me.

I was always a killer. It was my skill, and they’d taught me well. She taught me love.

Listening over and over to the voices through a family of instruments allowed us to recognize and appreciate the dignity and uniqueness of each living thing in the meadow and forest.

Art for me is a form of nourishment. I need the land. I need it.

Of every ten persons who talk about you, nine will say something bad, and the tenth will say something good in a bad way.

I worked next to an elephant. And considering that she could step on your toes, it's a good idea to keep a certain distance. It's also a good idea to befriend the trainer.

Chavo or Kerwin White or whatever his name is! He called me stupid.

I saw it written and I saw it say Pink moon is on its way And none of you stand so tall Pink Moon gonna get you all

I can't miss a night's work and let my public down.

You want soldiers who, when they get to a river after a long march, don't start rooting for their canteen in their pack, but just dive right in.

Love is individual to each person and I don’t think you can define it before experiencing it because it isn’t going to be the same for everybody.