Part Of Me Still Loves. More Of

I Don't Want To Walk In The Middle. I Want People To Read What I Write And Feel Strongly About It. If, At Some Point, Whatever I Am Doing Is Failing To Elicit A Response, Whether It's Very Positive Or Very Negative, Then I Am Going To Stop Doing It.

When I Started Writing 'a Million Little Pieces,' I Felt Like It Was The Right Story With The Style I Had Been Looking For, And I Just Kept Going.

I Always Wanted To Write A Book About La, A Big Ambitious Book. Nobody Had Ever Really Done It With La- Treating The City Seriously As A Major Economic And Cultural Power, As The Embodiment Of 21st Century America.

I Look At Pastries And Cakes, Tarts And Pies. My Body Craves Sugar, Always Craves Sugar. Years Of Alcohalism And The High Level Of Sugar In Alcohal Created The Craving, Which I Feed With Candy And Soda.

I Stand, Walk Over To Him, Sit Down On His Bed, Put My Arms Around Him, Hug Him. He Hugs Me Back Strong And I Can Feel The Shame Coming Through His Arms. I Am A Criminal And He Is A Judge And I Am White And He Is Black, But At This Moment None Of That Matters. He Is A Man Who Needs A Friends And I Can Be His Friend.