For Our Stories Are Not

She Looked Around. "oh, I've Just Got To Hug Somebody! You!" And She Hugged Puck, The Little Ghost Horse. "and You." She Hugged Pook, And Peek, And Even The Nose Of The Moat Monster. "but Not You," She Decided, Encountering The Zombie.

At Present I Answer About 100 Letters A Month, And Read 300 Emails.

Happy Children Do Not Seem To Grow Up To Be Writers.

I Have Always Admired The Work Of Phil Farmer And Was Glad For The Chance To Work With Him. Readers Today May Be Too Young To Remember His Classics Like The Lovers.

Never Thought I'd See The Day When Death Was Denied. That Leaves Taxes As The Only Certainty.