I Don't Think Anyone Will

That's The Irony In The Work: The Best Stories Are The Worst Things That Happen. My Best Times Were Somebody Else's Worst.

I Would Change Very Little Because I Have Been Very, Very Fortunate. A Lot Of Things Fell Into Place For Me Simply By Happenstance. When That Happens You Don't Really Want To Change Anything, Even If You Could. Editorially My Regrets Are Few And For The Most Part Minor. I Look Back On My First Published Book And Think I Held On To It Too Long, Babied It Too Long.

I'm A Disciple Of Raymond Chandler, Who Said In His Essays That There's A Quality Of Redemption In Anything That Can Be Called Art.

Las Vegas Was Like That. There Was A Visceral Attraction Here. The Bold Promise Of Money And Sex. But The First Was A Broken Promise, A Mirage, And The Second Was Fraught With Danger, Expense, Physical And Mental Risk. It Was Where The Real Gambling Took Place In This Town.

I Think I Would Spend The First 30 Weeks Not Writing, Just Clearing My Head And Seeing Parts Of The World I Haven't Seen And Going Back To Places I Have Seen And Love.