He Has The Qualities Of A Rock.

By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept. There Is A Legend That Everything That Falls Into The Waters Of This River -- Leaves, Insects, The Feathers Of Birds -- Is Transformed Into The Rocks That Make The Riverbed. If Only I Could Tear Out My Heart And Hurl It Into The Current, Then My Pain And Longing Would Be Over, And I Could Finally Forget.

We All Know Fear. But Passion Makes Us Fearless.

I Only Can Write A Book Every Two Years, You Know. And I Write Very Fast, But I'm Not Always Writing Every Day. I Needed A Contact With Different Things, Like Nature, For Example. I Cannot Be In Front Of A Computer Trying To Tell A Story.

Be Realistic: Always Wish The Impossible.

In The Long Run What People Think About Shepherds And Bakers Becomes More Important For Them Than Their Own Destinies.