Sometimes I Think Everything I Touch Turns

Mine Is Not An Autonomous Imagination.

We've Been Hearing About The Death Of The Novel Ever Since The Day After Don Quixote Was Published.

He Insisted On A Single Trade Secret: That You Had To Survive, Find Some Quiet, And Work Hard Every Day.

I'm Afraid That - Not Necessarily Deliberately, But Consistently - I've Made A Kind Of Laboratory Out Of My Life, Where I Mix The Stuff In The Test Tubes To Create Explosions - Possibly Resulting In Interesting By-products. I Mean, Not Deliberately - I'd Be Crazy To Deliberately Do That - Or Maybe Not.

I Don't Think I've Left A Trail Of Weeping Women In My Wake. I Mean, The Number Of Serious Relationships I've Had Has Not Been Into Double Digits.