If a pen can communicate our thoughts, dreams, and emotions and be the voice of our soul, then ink is the medium that carries the message.

Walk free from the long shadows cast by small people.

What I am interested in, what I write and care about, exists in the slow lane, somewhere between hand-ploughed fields and a pint of real ale.

Eyesight can be so blinding. We need to look beyond the face of things.

There’s no such thing as writer’s block, so long as you’ve had plenty of time to think about what you want to write.

The process of creation begins way before one starts writing.

I needed some space to lay myself out, so that I could decide which pieces I wanted to pick up.

Imagination is the real magic that exists in this world. Look inwards, to see outwards. And capture it in writing.

A consultant: someone brought in to build a one-handled wheelbarrow.

Sentiments, as I have found, can be harvested from places where our memories are fondest.

If we have faith, then we can see the beauty around us. If we don’t then we are just blind followers, not knowing why we are on the path.

Where does the family start? It starts with a young man falling in love with a girl - no superior alternative has yet been found.

He can come up with the most exotic things I’ve ever seen or heard of every time he blinks his eyes.

Leaving one religion for the sake of another one is like breaking with a rapist for the sake of dating a misogynist.

If you know something is an illusion, why pretend it is reality?

In an economic recession, naturally, when you ask people to list their priorities, they're going to place a higher priority on the immediate economic situation.

Fight despite the crowds of the walking dead

Starting with [Ronald] Regan it became quite open, the attack on unions. It wasn't the Pinkertons anymore, but it was just not applying the laws.

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.

Yet when the books have been read, it boils down to the horse, his human companion, and what goes on between them