I Used To Sit Home

If A Man Is Keeping An Idea To Himself, And That Idea Is Taken By Stealth Or Trickery-i Say It Is Stealing. But Once A Man Has Revealed His Idea To Others, It Is No Longer His Alone. It Belongs To The World.

You Burn The Paper, But Not The Words. You Silence The Words, But Not The Thoughts. You Kill The Thoughts Only If You Kill The Man. And You Will Find That His Thoughts Rise Again In The Minds Of Others - Twice As Strong As Before.

My Son And I Discovered Terry Pratchett's Books Together, When He Was About Eleven Years Old. He'd Be Reading On His Own And Would Start To Laugh, And Then Eagerly Read The Passage Aloud To Me--and I'd Do The Same To Him! Pratchett's Books Became A Shared Source Of Delight For Us Back Then, And They Still Are Today.

Why Was It That Pride And Foolishness Were So Often Close Companions?

I Used To Sit Home With My Computer And Write. After The Newbery, I Probably Spend More Than Half My Time On The Road.