If You Could Hold Your

Sitting In Cold Wet Britches For An Hour Was No Fun Even In A Magic Kingdom.

On Decoration Day, While Everyone Else In Town Was At The Cemetery Decorating The Graves Of Our Glorious War Dead, Willie Beaner And Me, Robert Burns Hewitt, Took Mabel Cramm's Bloomers And Run Them Up The Flagpole In Front Of The Town Hall. That Was The Beginning Of All My Troubles.

I Can't Believe There Will Ever Be A Time When The Book Is Truly Obsolete. It Is The Perfect Technology And Feeds The Soul.

The Thing I Have Learned Through The Years Is That One Idea 'doth' Not A Novel Make. A Novel Must Be Several Seemingly Unrelated Ideas That Somehow Magically Come Together To Create The Fabric Of The Story.

I Was Behaving, Just Like I Promised, But Fate Intervened.