Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people's characters.
I just went to see too many movies and I sat in too many dark matinees watching those old serials.
My writing has to support more than my research habit, but I love to curl up with a book about some dusty corner of history.

