Why on earth should I care whether people read me with their eyes or their ears?
I don't plan an awful lot in life just as I don't plan an awful lot in my fiction.
I never know what I'm going to write next, and when I think I do I usually turn out to be mistaken.
New York is an ugly city, a dirty city... But there is one thing about it. Once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.
Asking me why I did or didn't do anything is generally pointless. How do I know? And asking me what I'll do in the future is even less rewarding.
To say I drank my way into marriage isn't much of an exaggeration, and it's none at all to say I drank my way out of it.
When you get older, keeping the private stuff private seems less important.
I can't persuade myself that one of the problems facing the planet today might be a shortage of books by me.
I've always essentially been a New Yorker.
I really don't write much anymore, and I'm not uncomfortable with that. I've tried writing and the sentences come out fine, but I write a few pages and I don't want to go on.
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