I give dignity second place to expedience.
I was a carpenter for a time and everybody watches what you do.
Mischief moves somewhere near and I must blast it with my magic.
Right now I'm so old that if I had a big gush of money, I don't know what I'd do with it. I don't travel anymore. I don't need anything, don't want anything. I'd give it to my son, I guess, and let him enjoy it.
I just wrote what I felt like writing since they seemed to sell.
But Roy Rockwood, it was science fiction for the sake of science fiction.