Ek was ook ’n vroeë skrywer. Toe ek begin skryf, op omtrent sewe, stories in potlood met krytillustrasies, wat my arme ma móés lees, skryf ek presies die tipe stories wat ek gelees het: Al my karakters was wit met blou oë, hulle't in die sneeu gespeel, hulle't appels geëet (Gelag) en hulle't baie oor die weer gepraat, hoe lieflik dit was, dat die son uitgekom het.
I was also an early writer, and when I began to write, at about the age of seven, stories in pencil with crayon illustrations that my poor mother was obligated to read, I wrote exactly the kinds of stories I was reading: All my characters were white and blue-eyed, they played in the snow, they ate apples, (Laughter) and they talked a lot about the weather, how lovely it was that the sun had come out.