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.
Jag började även skriva tidigt. Och när jag började skriva, i sjuårsåldern, berättelser skrivna i blyerts med kritteckningar som min stackars mor var tvungen att läsa, så skrev jag precis den sorts berättelser jag läste. Alla mina karaktärer var vita och blåögda. De lekte i snön. De åt äpplen. (Skratt) Och de pratade mycket om vädret, hur härligt det var att solen tittade fram.