Why Did The Wise Guys

A Terrific Sadness Swept Over Jerry. As If Somebody Had Died. The Way He Felt Standing In The Cemetry That Day They Buried His Mother. And Nothing You Could Do About It.

I've Had Aunts And Uncles Who Not Only Haven't Read My Books But Could Hardly Believe That I Was A Writer.

I'm Weary Of The Battle. But A Tired Fighter Can Still Be A Fighter.

I Simply Write With An Intelligent Reader In Mind. I Don't Think About How Old They Are.

Do I Dare Disturb The Universe? Yes, I Do, I Do. I Think. Jerry Suddenly Understood The Poster--the Solitary Man On The Beach Standing Upright And Alone And Unafraid, Poised At The Moment Of Making Himself Heard And Known In The World, The Universe.