The film society showed low-budget cheesefests every Hallowe'en.

[H]ad I known I was writing for children, I would have written differently — and less honestly. I would have been tempted to write down to kids and use my standing as an adult to impart some sort of life lesson. And that approach never would have worked.

He was convicted of kiting checks and sentenced to two years in prison.

“Alderlievest!”—Love flatters not! / In the green lemon-wood, / I saw you first. It matters not! / I saw you, loved you and forgot / To call you goddess. Good! / I deemed it no offense, / To task my mother-sense, / In making love to womanhood.