My parents read the comics to me, and I fell in love with comic strips. I've collected them all of my life. I have a complete collection of all the "Buck Rogers" Sunday funnies and daily paper strips, I have all of "Prince Valiant" put away, all of "Tarzan," which appeared in the Sunday funnies in 1932 right on up through high school. So I've learned a lot from reading comics as a child.

Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.

I want to hold onto this funny thing. God, it's gotten big on me. I don't know what it is. I'm so damned unhappy, I'm so mad, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm putting on weight. I feel fat. I feel like I'm saving a lot of things, and I don't know what. I might even start reading books.

No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.

I think we're doing a dreadful job of educating.

Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.

Melt all the guns, I thought, break the knives, burn the guillotines-and the malicious will still write letters that kill.