I Just Go To Lunch.

I Was At La Fenice Opera House Back In 1991 With Friends, And We Started Talking About A Conductor Whom None Of Us Liked. Somehow There Was An Escalation, And We Started Talking About How To Kill Him, Where To Kill Him. This Struck Me As A Good Idea For A Book.

I Never Know What's Going To Happen In A Novel. I Don't Have A Plan Or An Outline.

And Off In The Far Distance, The Gold On The Wings Of The Angel Atop The Bell Tower Of San Marco Flashed In The Sun, Bathing The Entire City In Its Glistening Benediction.

I Don't Go To The Movies Because I Don't Like Films.

I Never Wanted To Be Rich Or Successful Or Famous. I Just Wanted To Be Happy And Have Fun.