I Didn't Start Out Writing

He Was Dressed As If Everything He Wore Had Come From Different Stores Or From A Rummage Sale, Except That The Crease In His Trousers Was Sharp And His Shoes Were Shined.

Neither The Mouse Nor The Boy Was The Least Bit Surprised That Each Could Understand The Other. Two Creatures Who Shared A Love For Motorcycles Naturally Spoke The Same Language.

In Seventh Grade...i Found A Place On The [library]shelf Where My Book Would Be If I Ever Wrote A Book, Which I Doubted.

Problem Solving, And I Don't Mean Algebra, Seems To Be My Life's Work. Maybe It's Everyone's Life's Work.

Nothing In The Whole World Felt As Good As Being Able To Make Something From A Sudden Idea.