It's All Sex For Me.

Periodically I Just Notch Up. And Everyone Among My Colleagues Thinks That Perfidia - In Its Accessibility, Its Big Throbbing Heart - Will Be The Biggest Notch Up Yet. We'll See What Happens. It's On My Ass.

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'm Not Interested In Popular Culture. I Hate Quentin Tarantino. I Rarely Go To Movies. I Hate Rock 'n' Roll. I Work. I Think. I Listen To Classical Music. I Brood. I Like Sports Cars.

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.

I Am A Master Of Fiction. I Am Also The Greatest Crime Novelist Who Ever Lived. I Am To The Crime Novel In Specific What Tolstoy Is To The Russian Novel And What Beethoven Is To Music.