My Father Could Be Very Witty, Even

One Of The Few Graces Of Getting Old - And God Knows There Are Few Graces - Is That If You've Worked Hard And Kept Your Nose To The Grindstone, Something Happens: The Body Gets Old But The Creative Mechanism Is Refreshed, Smoothed And Oiled And Honed. That Is The Grace. That Is What's Happening To Me.

I Had A Brother Who Was My Savior, Made My Childhood Bearable.

There Are So Many Beautiful Things In The World Which I Will Have To Leave When I Die, But I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready.

I Don't Write For Children. I Write, And Somebody Says, 'that's For Children.'

And Max, The King Of All Wild Things, Was Lonely And Wanted To Be Where Someone Loved Him Best Of All.