In Plain Terms, A Child

I Was Sickly As A Child And Gravitated To Books And Drawing. During My Early Teen Years, I Spent Hundreds Of Hours At My Window, Sketching Neighborhood Children At Play. I Sketched And Listened, And Those Notebooks Became The Fertile Field Of My Work Later On. There Is Not A Book I Have Written Or A Picture I Have Drawn That Does Not, In Some Way, Owe Them Its Existence.

I Never Can Satisfy Some Need In Me To Achieve Something Of Incredible Hight. For My Sake. It Puzzles Me Deeply. And It Sours My Life. So There Is A Permanent Dissatisfaction.

You Can Start Making Up Any Kind Of Story If You Want To.

Bumble-ardy Looks Like A Happy Book. That's The Funniest Thing About It. But This Was Survival. I Was Working Very Hard To Survive.

Kids Books Grownup Books That's Just Marketing. Books Are Books.