All Plots Tend To Move

Isn't Death The Boundary We Need?

He Speaks In Your Voice, American, And There's A Shine In His Eye That's Halfway Hopeful.

There's A Curious Knot That Binds Novelists And Terrorists...years Ago I Used To Think It Was Possible For A Novelist To Alter The Inner Life Of The Culture. Now Bomb-makers And Gunmen Have Taken That Territory. They Make Raids On Human Consciousness. What Writers Used To Do Before We Were All Incorporated.

The Language Of My Books Has Shaped Me As A Man.

The True Life Is Not Reducible To Words Spoken Or Written, Not By Anyone, Ever.