Fear . . . Is Forward. No

Self-pity” Is Just Sadness, I Think, In The Pejorative.

The Radical Intelligence In The Moderate Position Is The Only Place Where The Center Holds. Or So It Seems.

There Are So Many Different Types Of Writers. It's Just Sheer Coincidence That They're All Called Writers.

Things Have Changed Very Much, Several Times, Since I Grew Up, And, Like Everyone In New York Except The Intellectuals, I Have Led Several Lives And I Still Lead Some Of Them.

In Almost Every Thriller, A Point Is Reached When Someone, Usually Calling From A Phone Booth, Telephones With A Vital Piece Of Information, Which He Cannot Divulge By Phone. By The Time The Hero Arrives At The Place Where They Had Arranged To Meet, The Caller Is Dead, Or Too Near Death To Tell. There Is Never An Explanation For The Reluctance Of The Caller To Impart His Message In The First Place.