Bell, William

Once upon a time there was a man who decided to make a lawn ornament — not a gnome or a statue of Mammon or a fawn, but something unique. He went into his garage, assembled his materials, and two years later emerged with a truly one-of-a-kind adornment for his garden. But one night, a rich man decided to take the ornament for himself. He simply loaded it into his trunk and drove away. Now, boys and girls, if you were the man who made the ornament, would you be sad?

I am a writer. Think of my books as my lawn ornaments. I made them. They're mine. Will you make it legal for someone to come and take them?

—William Bell