Like Most Of The Educated, I Do

I Was Asked By An Editor To Consider Writing Something About An American Inventor. I Asked Him If He Knew Who Invented The Computer. He Said He Didn't. In That Case, I Told Him, I Should Write A Book About John Vincent Atanasoff.

Horse Racing Is Really Much More Intimidating Than Anything Having To Do With Literature. When I Had Horses At The Racetrack, I Would Wake Up In Terror In A Way That I Would Never Wake Up While Working On A Novel.

In My Experience, There Is Only One Motivation, And That Is Desire. No Reasons Or Principle Contain It Or Stand Against It.

Twenty-five, He Was. Twenty-five Tomorrow. Some Years The Snow Had Melted For His Birthday, But Not This Year, And So It Had Been A Long Winter Full Of Cows.

Many Said That Now There Was No Hope Of Salvation, For A Man Might Do Anything And Be In The Wrong. There Was No Way To Tell. It Was Better To Stay On The Steading And Mind The Cows And Be Content With Such Days As Are Left To One And Cease To Wonder About Life Everlasting.