In a sense, there’s a great truth to that, but, also I was a great reader.

It’s difficult for me to feel that a solid page without the breakups of paragraphs can be interesting. I break mine up perhaps sooner than I should in terms of the usage of the English language.

Chum was a British boy’s weekly which, at the end of the year was bound into a single huge book; and the following Christmas parents bought it as Christmas presents for male children.

I don’t recall having any self-awareness about the intricacy of my stories.

I figure that that has a ten year cycle. At the end of that ten years, I began to get worried that I would run into what is known as the writer's block, the feeling of not being able to do these things.

In those days I was new to covers; merely felt pleased that a story of mine had been honored. I later met Rogers who did some of my early covers and I was impressed with him.

As a craftsman, I made my living at writing from the moment I crossed the line at age 20, and sold my first story to True Story Magazine.

The right to buy weapons is the right to be free.

I had casually rented an apartment that cost $75 a month because I expected my writing to pay my way.

It came about as follows: over the years when I was involved in dianetics, I wrote the beginnings of many stories. I would get an idea, and then write the beginning, and then never touch it again.