I Think There Are Few Films Out

Once I Spent A Whole Day There, A Blade Of Grass In Each Hand To Anchor Me To The Warm Earth. I Watched The Sun Rise, Pass Over My Head And Set. Ladybirds Mated On My Knuckle; A Shrew Nibbled A Hole In My Stocking While I Tried Not To Laugh. Such A Day Was Worth Any Punishment.

Seriously, I Think What All The Puzzling Over Parenthood I Had To Do To Write [a Novel] Room Taught Me Is That Children Can Thrive In A Remarkable Range Of Situations.

I Always Wince A Little Bit When I Send Me To Each Of My New Books. I Wince At Submitting Myself To My Father's Judgment. But, Of Course, He's Such A Fond Father That He Always Writes Back, Saying It's The Greatest Thing Ever Written.

I Think About Old Nick Carrying Me Into The Truck, I'm Dizzy Like I'm Going To Fall Down. "scared Is What You're Feeling," Says Ma, "but Brave Is What You're Doing." "huh?" "scaredybrave." "scave." Word Sandwiches Always Make Her Laugh But I Wasn't Being Funny.

I Watch His Hands, They're Lumpy But Clever. "is There A Word For Adults When They Aren't Parents?" Steppa Laughs. "folks With Other Things To Do?