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.
Jeg begynte også tidlig å skrive. Og når jeg begynte å skrive, i en alder av syv år, historier skrevet med blyant, illustrert med fargeblyanter som min stakkars mor var forpliktet til å lese, skrev jeg akkurat de samme historiene jeg var vant med å lese. Alle mine karakterer var hvite og blåøyde. De lekte i snøen. De spiste epler. (Latter) Og de snakket mye om været, hvor skjønt det var at solen tittet frem.