My Father Was A Management Genius. But

The Teacher Always Used Me As An Example To The Class Of Good English And Good Storytelling Because We All Had To Write The Same Stories. But She Used To Make Me Go Out Front - Which I Hated - And Read My Story To The Class And I Would Get Huge Applause. Not Because Of Who I Was But Because They Truly Enjoyed The Stories I Wrote.

The Key To Being A Wonderful Writer Is Not To Write. You Just Get Out Of The Way. Leave Room For God To Walk In The Room. And When I Write Something That I Know Is Right, I Get On My Knees And Say 'thank You.'

Because I Wanted To Have A Place That I Could Create Everything That I That I Never Had As A Child. So, You See Rides. You See Animals. There's A Movie Theater.

I Know That The Creator Will Go, But His Work Survives. That Is Why To Escape Death, I Attempt To Bind My Soul To My Work.

And I Remember Going To The Record Studio And There Was A Park Across The Street And I'd See All The Children Playing And I Would Cry Because It Would Make Me Sad That I Would Have To Work Instead.