My Books Are Character-driven. They're Not Driven

You Can Do The Best Research And Be Making The Strongest Intellectual Argument, But If Readers Don't Get Past The Third Paragraph You've Wasted Your Energy And Valuable Ink.

I Won't Be Making Any Friends In The Corporate Suites.

There's This False Notion That This Is A Regional Phenomenon, When In Fact Every State In The Union Has Hardcore Rednecks. No Exceptions.

I Think In The Old Days, The Nexus Of Weirdness Ran Through Southern California, And To A Degree New York City. I Think It's Changed So That Every Bizarre Story In The Country Now Has A Florida Connection. I Don't Know Why, Except It Must Be Some Inversion Of Magnetic Poles Or Something.

Obviously You Have To Make A Profit To Put Out A Newspaper. I'm Not An Idiot. But When The Margins Are In Excess Of 25 Per Cent You're Talking About Greed.