I was also an early writer, and when I began to write, at about the age of seven, stories in pencil with crayon illustrations that my poor mother was obligated to read, I wrote exactly the kinds of stories I was reading: All my characters were white and blue-eyed, they played in the snow, they ate apples, (Laughter) and they talked a lot about the weather, how lovely it was that the sun had come out.
Бях също и ранен писател. А когато започнах да пиша, на около седемгодишна възраст истории с молив и илюстрации с пастели, които горката ми майка беше задължавана да чете, пишех точно същия вид истории като онези, които четях. Всичките ми герои бяха бели и синеоки. Играеха в снега. Ядяха ябълки. (Смях) И говореха много за времето, колко чудесно било, че слънцето се е показало.