There's a nobility in his eye, a regal serenity about him. Does he not personify all that men try to be and never can be?

I got married young, far too young, but it is fine. We are still married 48 years later. I got married at 19.

cause when there's life there's still hope

I write fiction. I make things up, it's what I do.

It is the child's understanding that teaches the adults the way of the future. They're still doing it today with modern technology.

There's a mouse in here with me. He's sitting there in the light of the lamp, looking up at me. He seems as surprised to see me as I am to see him. There he goes. I can hear him still, scurrying about somewhere under the hayrick. I think he's gone now. I hope he comes back. I miss him already.

Being his real brother I could feel I live in his shadows, but I never have and I do not now. I live in his glow.