Shared Joy Is A Double Joy; Shared

A Lot Of People Like Snow. I Find It To Be An Unnecessary Freezing Of Water.

My Father Was A Watchmaker And An Inventor. I Saw Him Working In The House Every Day. The Work Ethic, I Got From Him. He Worked Hard And He Never Complained About It.

I Only Please Myself. I Figure I'm Just One Of Many People. I'm Not That Different From Anybody Else And I Don't Have Great Language - I'm Very Ordinary.

When I Found Out I Could Write I Was Shocked! I Didn't Know I Could Write.

I Was A Teletype Operator In The Army, So That's Where I Learned To Type. One Day, I Went Downstairs To See If I Could Still Type - I Hadn't Done It For Four Or Five Years After The War. So I Typed Out A Page And I Showed It To My Wife And She Said, "where Did You Get This?" I Said I Wrote It. "you Wrote This?" It Was Something Very Funny. I Went And Wrote Another Page, Another Couple Of Pages, And By The Time I Was Finished I Had 13 Little Short Stories, Humorous Short Stories.