I Do Believe That Everyone Growing Up

Creative Geniuses Are A Slap-happy Lot. Treat Them With Respect.

I Wish I Could Tell You About The South Pacific. The Way It Actually Was. The Endless Ocean. The Infinite Specks Of Coral We Called Islands. Coconut Palms Nodding Gracefully Toward The Ocean. Reefs Upon Which Waves Broke Into Spray, And Inner Lagoons, Lovely Beyond Description. I Wish I Could Tell You About The Sweating Jungle, The Full Moon Rising Behind The Volcanoes, And The Waiting. The Waiting. The Timeless, Repetitive Waiting.

Public Libraries Have Been A Mainstay Of My Life. They Represent An Individual's Right To Acquire Knowledge; They Are The Sinews That Bind Civilized Societies The World Over. Without Libraries, I Would Be A Pauper, Intellectually And Spiritually.

We Should Be Most Careful About Retreating From The Specific Challenge Of Our Age. We Should Be Reluctant To Turn Our Back Upon The Frontier Of This Epoch... We Cannot Be Indifferent To Space, Because The Grand Slow March Of Our Intelligence Has Brought Us, In Our Generation, To A Point From Which We Can Explore And Understand And Utilize It. To Turn Back Now Would Be To Deny Our History, Our Capabilities.

Russia, France, Germany And China. They Revere Their Writers. America Is Still A Frontier Country That Almost Shudders At The Idea Of Creative Expression.