Contentment Is The Continuing Act Of Accepting

Something Went Klunk. Like A Nickel Dropping In A Soda Machine. One Of Those Small Insights That Explains Everything. This Was Puberty For These Boys. Adolescence. The First Date, The First Kiss, The First Chance To Hold Hands With Someone Special. Delayed, Postponed, A Decade's Worth Of Longing--while Everybody Around You Celebrates Life, You Pretend, Suppress, Inhibit, Deprive Yourself Of You Own Joy--but Finally Ultimately, Eventually, You Find A Place Where You Can Have A Taste Of Everything Denied.

Morality—like Velocity—is Relative. The Determination Of It Depends On What The Objects Around You Are Doing. All One Can Do Is Measure One's Position In Relation To Them; Never Can One Measure One's Velocity Or Morality In Terms Of Absolutes.

The Fifties Are A Peaceful Time, A Quiet Sleeping Time Between Two Noisy Bursts Of Years, A Blue And White Time Filled With Sweet Yellow Days, Music And Bright Smelling Memories.

When I Was A Kid, My Favorite Movies Were The George Pal Version Of 'war Of The Worlds,' 'them,' And 'invasion Of The Body Snatchers.' Those Movies Were Scary! They Haunted My Nightmares For Years, So When I Started Writing, I Wanted To Write A Story That Was Just As Big And Just As Scary.

I'm All In Favor Of Keeping Dangerous Weapons Out Of The Hands Of Fools. Let's Start With Typewriters.