I never saw any of my dad's stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts.

I just never saw my mother in any other room but the kitchen. There were always pots going.

My mother wanted to abort me, and that was basically a family secret. My grandfather stopped her and said that he had a dream and saw me perfectly. He was a prophetic dreamer, like Martin.

We heard stories about fakery and decoys at revivals. I never personally saw any trickery.

I won't leave any unfinished manuscripts.

There are books full of great writing that don't have very good stories. Read sometimes for the story... don't be like the book-snobs who won't do that. Read sometimes for the words--the language. Don't be like the play-it-safers who won't do that. But when you find a book that has both a good story and good words, treasure that book.