My Father Was Very Outwardly Religious.

Yes, Though I Have Nothing But Gratitude For My Upbringing In The Church.

I Love The Description Of Gothic Churches Before The Printed Word, That They Were The Bibles Of The Poor.

Among Its Many Other Obligations, Fiction Always Has To Be Believable. Life Does Not Have To Suffer Such Constraint, And Much Of What Takes Place Is Believable Only Because It Happens.

The Imagination Demands That Life Be Told Slant Because Of Its Need Of Distance.

When I Was In My 20s It Did Occur To Me That There Was Something Perverted About An Attitude That Thought That Killing Somebody Was A Minor Offence Compared To Kissing Somebody.