I Was Not A Jock In High

It's Interesting, Because I Tend To Trust A Man With Big Ears.

If There's One Thing That Everyone Can Agree On, It's That, Right Or Wrong, They Hate The Press.

One Christmas My Father Kept Our Tree Up Till March. He Hated To See It Go. I Loved That.

I'm Always Working On A Few Different Stories At Once, So There's Always Some Really Big Coffee Table Book I'm Carrying Around.

A Young Imagination Is Bold, Likes To Make Bigger Leaps. It Likes To, Well, Imagine That The Dustbuster Is A Dinosaur; That The Computer Mouse Is A Hotrod; That The Box Is A Cave; That The Rawhide Is A Torch... Or A Baton... Or Something.