Joan organizes our social life, and on weekends I follow her around.

I write five pages a day. If you would read five pages a day, we'd stay right even.

This was 1954, friends. The girls' dorm was off limits. Even to girls, I think.

Yeah. Floyd is his batman.

I had achieved the most important things in my life when I married Joan and had the sons. Given the choice between Joan and the boys, and being a writer, I world give up being a writer without a blink.

If you are going to live life on your own terms, there need to be terms, and somehow you need to live up to them.

It's tempting to say the Ph.D. didn't have an effect, but it's not so. I think whatever resonance I may be able to achieve is in part simply from the amount of reading and learning that I acquired along the way