Our Dreams Make Us Large.

My Purpose Was What My Father's Purpose Was - To Make A Living And To Have A Family. I Was Going To Do The Right Thing. My Dream To Me Was To Have Money To Support It And To Live In The Kind Of House I Liked.

My Parents Loved Me. My Father Used To Carry Me Around On My Shoulders. I Know My Father Loved Me. All Families Love Their Children, And We Were Good Boys.

Nobody Ever Wrote A Story For Me. I Told In Every Story What Was Really Inside My Gut, And It Came Out That Way. My Stories Began To Get Noticed Because The Average Reader Could Associate With Them.

The Artist Is The Lowest Form Of Life On The Rung Of The Ladder. The Publishers Are Usually Businessmen Who Deal With Businessmen. They Deal With Promotional People. They Deal With Financial People. They Deal With Accountants. They Deal With People Who Work On Higher Levels. They Deal With Tax People, But Have Absolutely No Interest In Artists, In Individual Artists, Especially Very Young Artists.

I've Never Done Anything Bad. I Can't Do Anything Bad. It's Got To Be Professional. It's Got To Look Professional. It's Got To Read Professional. In Other Words, It Serves Its Purpose By Entertaining A Reader.