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I Turn And I Slowly Walk Away And I Don't Look Back. It Has Always Been A Fault Of Mine, But It Is The Way I Am. I Never Look Back. Never.

But All Good Things Come To An End, Often A Sad Angry Miserable End. The Cause For Such An End Can Usually Be Whittled Down To One Of Three Things: Money, Sickness, Love Lost.

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.

Some People Think Memoirs Should Be Held To A Perfect Journalistic Standard. Some People Don't. Obviously I Don't. My Goal Was Never To Create Or To Write A Perfect Journalistic Standard Of My Life. It Was Always To Be As Literature.

The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.