I Think It Would Be A Shame

With My First Book, I Was Hired To Write A Draft Of The Script. I Was So Young And Less Confident. They Put Me Through Seven Or Eight Drafts And It Was Just Getting Worse And Worse, And Then The Film Was Never Made.

Once I Spent A Whole Day There, A Blade Of Grass In Each Hand To Anchor Me To The Warm Earth. I Watched The Sun Rise, Pass Over My Head And Set. Ladybirds Mated On My Knuckle; A Shrew Nibbled A Hole In My Stocking While I Tried Not To Laugh. Such A Day Was Worth Any Punishment.

Maybe I’m A Human, But I’m A Me-and-ma As Well.

Sometimes, I Think There's A Lack Of Ambition In Me. But Then Sometimes, I Think, No, You Can, Like William Blake Said, You Know, See Heaven In A Grain Of Sand. If You Look Really, Really Closely At A Situation, You Can Find Almost Endless Interest In It.

For All The Books In His Possession, He Still Failed To Read The Stories Written Plain As Day In The Faces Of The People Around Him.