I Think I'm Out Of Crime Fiction

I'd Never Been Interested In The Kennedy Assassination Until '88, When I Read Libra. And From That Point, I Went Out And Bought The Existing Kennedy Theory Books, Most Of Which Are Outlandish. But What Delillo Posits - Some Rogue Cia Guys - Is The Most Dramatically Sound, Plausible Explanation For It.

I Kept Saying, "stop Me Now. It's Going To My Head." I Got Some Photos. Really, I Did! It's Not My Noblest Sexual Self In These Moments, But I Want To Have Fun. I Want To Undress. I Get Off My Leash To Go Out And Perform. Some Other Writers Are Just Discomforted By The Way I Behave In Public. Because They're Loath To Perform.

Classical Music Fulfills For Me The Function Of Narrative. I Spend 90 Minutes A Day Listening To Symphonic Music - Beethoven To Bartók - Some Chamber Pieces, And That's My Enrichment.

I Almost Had An Intransigent Mental Spirit. I Always Wanted Things.

My Guys Are Morally Weak, And They Reach Toward A Tenuous Knowledge Of Self-sacrifice, And Sometimes It's Too Late. I Find That Moving. It's Not A Life I'd Want To Live. But, Then, I'm Not Completely My Books.