By the time I got to kindergarten, I was surprised to find out I was the only kid with a turkey vulture.

By the time I got involved, Blockbuster had already worked out some of the kinks.

It got so bad that by the time I was graduated, the only reading I did was in order to get the grade and the only writing I did was in order to get the grade.

I first became aware of the delights of the natural world when my father, an entomologist, presented me with what looked like a twig. When it got up and walked, my delight was such that I wrote a poem, 'To a Walking Stick.'

I hope that the message I conveyed in 'Julie of the Wolves' is to tell young people to think things out. Think independently.

By the time we've made it, we've had it.