I used to have this fantasy when I was growing up where Princess Leia would be in the slave Leia costume and she would be in a vat of Breyer's ice cream. A recurring dream where I would eat my way to her.
I started writing books for children because I could illustrate them myself and because, in my innocence, I thought they'd be easier.
I don't know what was in his mind, but I do know Ford was stricken by what he had done, by hitting me.