But Then, As Far As I Know,

In Every Conceivable Manner, The Family Is Link To Our Past, Bridge To Our Future.

Is This How You Repay My Goodness--with Badness?” Cried The Boy. “of Course,” Said The Crocodile Out Of The Corner Of His Mouth. “that Is The Way Of The World.

I Tell Younger Writers That Indeed It Is Devastating To Be Rejected. You Feel Like The Bottom Dropped Out Of Your World.

I Look At My Books The Way Parents Look At Their Children. The Fact That One Becomes More Successful Than The Others Doesn't Make Me Love The Less Successful One Any Less.

My Fondest Hope Is That 'roots' May Start Black, White, Brown, Red, Yellow People Digging Back For Their Own Roots. Man, That Would Make Me Feel 90 Feet Tall.