I had casually rented an apartment that cost $75 a month because I expected my writing to pay my way.

Chum was a British boy's weekly which, at the end of the year was bound into a single huge book; and the following Christmas parents bought it as Christmas presents for male children.

I had casually rented an apartment that cost $75 a month because I expected my writing to pay my way.

You have to remember that I was a bright but simple fellow from Canada who seldom, if ever, met another writer, and then only a so-called literary type that occasionally sold a story and meanwhile worked in an office for a living.

In a sense, there's a great truth to that, but, also I was a great reader.

The right to buy weapons is the right to be free.

It came about as follows: over the years when I was involved in dianetics, I wrote the beginnings of many stories. I would get an idea, and then write the beginning, and then never touch it again.