That's what Archie did - built a house nobody could anticipate a need for, except himself, a house that was invisible to everyone else.

Cities fell. Earth opened. Planets tilted. Stars plummeted. And the awful silence.

It would be the death of all creativity for me if I had to sit there and be concerned with the sensibilities of a fourteen-year-old kid. Some fourteen-year-olds would revel in the book, and some would be very sensitive to it, so you can't afford to worry about that. What I worry about is good taste and getting my message across by whatever means I can.

Do I dare disturb the universe? Yes, I do, I do. I think. Jerry suddenly understood the poster--the solitary man on the beach standing upright and alone and unafraid, poised at the moment of making himself heard and known in the world, the universe.

I'm weary of the battle. But a tired fighter can still be a fighter.

He was intrigued by the power of words, not the literary words that filled the books in the library but the sharp, staccato words that went into the writing of news stories. Words that went for the jugular. Active verbs that danced and raced on the page.

I had my bully, and it was excruciating. Not only the bully, but the intimidation I felt.