I Write Books That Seem More Suitable

My Sister Had Her Own Room. She Also Had Innumerable Boyfriends. I Had A Yo-yo Collection That Was Beyond Belief, And The Reason I Had It Was Mostly That I Would Stand In The Doorway Of The Living Room Watching Her And Her Boyfriend. Finally She Caught On How To Get This Kid Out Of The Way. Give Him A Yo-yo!

Childhood Is A Tricky Business. Usually, Something Goes Wrong.

As A Child, I Felt That Books Were Holy Objects, To Be Caressed, Rapturously Sniffed, And Devotedly Provided For. I Gave My Life To Them. I Still Do. I Continue To Do What I Did As A Child; Dream Of Books, Make Books And Collect Books.

I Thought That If I Were Going Into Old Age I Would Want To Do What [giuseppe] Verdi Did, Which Is To Write Extraordinary Things, And To Really Find Myself.

There's A Mystery There, A Clue, A Nut, A Bolt, And If I Put It Together, I Find Me.