Who has more pockets than a magician? A boy. Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians? A boy's.

I don't understand this whole thing about computers and the superhighway. Who wants to be in touch with all of those people?

You either have an imaginative mind or you don't. All of my writing is God-given. I don't write my stories - they write themselves.

When I was a young man, I didn't think about having a family. My wife and I were too poor to have babies. Then all of a sudden, one came along and scared the hell out of us because we had no money. Once the baby arrives, you make do somehow. You fall in love with the baby and life adjusts itself. You find you don't need as much money as you thought. When that happens, you can ask the questions that should have come before the baby.

I love all of the arts. I love motion pictures. I love stage. I love theater.

Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they must depart. These are not the sole reasons, but at the heart of morning welcomes and afternoon laughters is the promise of farewell. In the gray muzzle of an old dog we see goodbye. In the tired face of an old friend we read long journeys beyond returns.

There's a lot of crap out there. Most of the science fiction films alone are abominations, you know. They're mindless. So you can't learn from those kinds of films.