When I was young, my parents had a library in our living room. I was always free to browse and read.

I work in our living room, a strange room in a strange, topsy-turvy house. I work underneath this enormous bookshelf.

The books that will never be read. And all due to the fear of censorship. As always, young readers will be the real losers.

What I really had was stories, the oral traditions of my parents. We moved so much that that was really our encyclopedia. A dream world told to me from my parents in the living room.

When things don't work well in the bedroom, they don't work well in the living room either.

I grew up hunting with shotguns and rifles, and we had a gun in every corner of the living room. I'm not a gun advocate, but that's the way I grew up.