I Have A Very Small Public.

My Grief Is That The Publishing World, The Book Writing World Is An Extraordinary Shoddy, Dirty, Dingy World.

If A Writer Doesn't Generate Hostility, He Is Dead.

As A Child I Knew Almost Nothing, Nothing Beyond What I Had Picked Up In My Grandmother's House. All Children, I Suppose, Come Into The World Like That, Not Knowing Who They Are.

I Could Meet Dreadful People And End Up Seeing The World Through Their Eyes, Seeing Their Frailties, Their Needs.

Writers Should Provoke Disagreement.