Literature is by definition opinionated. It is bound to provoke the arguments in many quarters, not excluding the hometown or even the family of the author.

Roses are red, And ready for plucking, You're sixteen, And ready for high school.

Don't you think that's the main reason people find [writing] so difficult? If they can write complete sentences and can use a dictionary, isn't that the only reason they find writing hard: they don't know or care about anything?

Montana was naked, and so was Billy, of course. He had a tremendous wang, incidentally. You never know who'll get one.

My special situation was that I was the son and grandson of architects. And so I saw building. We were building the city, and that was exciting.

This had been going on at Shortridge since 1906. My parents had also worked on the Shortridge Daily Echo. The way it came into being was that when they built Shortridge High School, they had a vocational department and they had a print shop.

Like all real heroes, Charley had a fatal flaw. He refused to believe that he had gonorrhea, whereas the truth was that he did.