Love Is Many Things None Of Them

When I Was Your Age, Television Was Called Books.

When Was The Last Time You Read A Book? The Truth Now. And Picture Books Don't Count-i Mean Something With Print In It.

One Way An Author Dies A Little Each Day Is When His Books Go Out Of Print.

You Have To Protect Your Writing Time. You Have To Protect It To The Death.

The Boys. The Village Boys. The Beef-witted Featherbrained Rattleskulled Clodpated Dimdomed Noodle-noggined Sapheaded Lunk-knobbed Boys. How Could Anybody Accuse Her Of Stealing Them? Why Would Anybody Want Them Anyway?