I Am A Writer. I Could Not

I Am The Most Well-adjusted Human Being I Know. I Started Out This Investigation As A Very Happy Man With A Great Career. I've Got The Life People Dream About: I Am Rich, I Am Famous, I've Got A Fabulous Marriage To An Absolutely, Spell-bindingly Brilliant Woman.

"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 Don't Think I Will Write Anything That Could Be Even Remotely Considered A Genre Novel From This Point On. I Think I've Graduated.

As A Kid, I Sensed History Going On All Around Me, But The Basic Thrust Of It Didn't Move Me.

Periodically I Just Notch Up. And Everyone Among My Colleagues Thinks That Perfidia - In Its Accessibility, Its Big Throbbing Heart - Will Be The Biggest Notch Up Yet. We'll See What Happens. It's On My Ass.