You Burn A Man's Pickup, And He's

And They Drank Heavily, Partied With Great Enthusiasm, And Relished The Drug Culture; They Moved In And Out And Slept Around, And This Was Okay Because They Defined Their Own Morality. They Were Fighting For The Mexicans And The Redwoods, Dammit! They Had To Be Good People!

I've Sold Too Many Books To Get Good Reviews Anymore. There's A Lot Of Jealousy, Because [reviewers] Think They Can Write A Good Novel Or A Best-seller And Get Frustrated When They Can't. I've Learned To Despise Them.

Shame Was An Emotion He Had Abandoned Years Earlier. Addicts Know No Shame. You Disgrace Yourself So Many Times You Become Immune To It.

I Grew Up In A Very Small, Close-knit, Southern Baptist Family, Where Everything Was Off-limits. So I Couldn't Wait To Get To College And Have Some Fun. And I Did For The First Two Years. And I Regret A Lot Of It, Because My Grades Were In Terrible Shape.

So Many Book Sections In Newspapers And Magazines Used To Be Lively And Vibrant Places. Now They Are Gone. You Just Don't See Many Reviews Anymore. I Can't Control That, So I Don't Worry About It. I Just Try To Do What I Do And Write Books That People Find Every Entertaining. I Don't Worry About The Critics.