I'm Not A Very Good Writer, But

I Feel Myself The Inheritor Of A Great Background Of People. Just Who, Precisely, They Were, I Have Never Known. I Might Be Part Negro, Might Be Part Jew, Part Muslim, Part Irish. So I Can't Afford To Be Supercilious About Any Group Of People Because I May Be That People.

I Write At Eighty-five For The Same Reasons That Impelled Me To Write At Forty-five; I Was Born With A Passionate Desire To Communicate, To Organize Experience, To Tell Tales That Dramatize The Adventures Which Readers Might Have Had. I Have Been That Ancient Man Who Sat By The Campfire At Night And Regaled The Hunters With Imaginative Recitations About Their Prowess. The Job Of An Apple Tree Is To Bear Apples. The Job Of A Storyteller Is To Tell Stories, And I Have Concentrated On That Obligation.

I Think Young People Ought To Seek That Differential Experience That Is Going To Knock Them Off Dead Center. I Was A Typical American School Boy. I Happened To Get Straight A's And Be Pretty Good In Sports. But I Had No Great Vision Of What I Could Be. And I Never Had Any Yearning.

Scientists Dream About Doing Great Things. Engineers Do Them.

I Would Suppose I Learned How To Write When I Was Very Young Indeed. When I Read A Child's Book About The Trojan War And Decided That The Greeks Were Really A Bunch Of Frauds With Their Tricky Horses And The Terrible Things They Did, Stealing One Another's Wives, And So On, So At That Very Early Age, I Re-wrote The Ending Of The Iliad So That The Trojans Won. And Boy, Achilles And Ajax Got What They Wanted, Believe Me. And Thereafter, At Frequent Intervals, I Would Write Something. It Was Really Quite Extraordinary. Never Of Very High Merit, But The Daringness Of It Was.