My Family Were Russian Jews. They Got

Rosiness Is Not A Worse Windowpane Than Gloomy Gray When Viewing The World.

I Was Fortunate That By The Time I Was Born, There Were A Lot Of Comforts And At The Same Time I Lived In A Neighborhood Where It Was Brought To My Eyes Every Single Day That People Didn't Live Like Me. Every Day I Knew That Many Of My Friends "got Relief." That Was Important In My Thinking About The World, Thinking That Not Everybody Lived That Way.

I Didn't Intend To Become A Short-story Writer. I Became One Because I Finished A Couple Of Short Stories And Realized That's What I Wanted To Do And Could Do With Children And With All The Other Things In My Life.

Everyone, Real Or Invented, Deserves The Open Destiny Of Life.

Let Us Go Forth With Fear And Courage And Rage To Save The World.