I Almost Had An Intransigent Mental Spirit.

I Think I'm Out Of Crime Fiction Now, And I Think The Dividing Line Is American Tabloid.

"war Gives Men A Plain-and-simple Something To Do ... Women Write Diaries In The Hope That Their Words Will Beckon Fate." It's A Romantic Manifesto.

I Have Insane Curiosity As To What Happened In All These Events. I Will Never Know. I'm Not A Researcher. I Don't Possess That Kind Of Mind. I Have A Researcher Who Compiles The Fact Sheets And Chronologies That Allow Me To Write These Big Books Of Mine.

When I Was A Kid, Eisenhower Had Been President Forever, And All Of A Sudden, Everything In The World Was All About Jack Kennedy. I Was 12, Interested In Politics; My Father Was From Massachusetts, Had An Accent Like Kennedy.

I Don't Think I Came Out Of Anybody. I Think I Developed Out Of The Influences I Described In My Dark Places. American History, L.a. Of The 1950s. I'm Comfortable With That.