I even got a letter from a young woman in British Columbia that began as follows: 'Today I am eighteen. I am sitting at the window, looking out at the rain, and thinking how much I love you.'
I. Asimov: a memoir (ed. Doubleday Books, 1994)
I even got a letter from a young woman in British Columbia that began as follows: 'Today I am eighteen. I am sitting at the window, looking out at the rain, and thinking how much I love you.'
I. Asimov: a memoir (ed. Doubleday Books, 1994)