"war Gives Men A Plain-and-simple

I Don't Have Children. I Serve The World And I Serve God By Living As Deep Within My Work As I Can, Reveling In The Language Of Other Times And Putting It Forth For The World.

I'm Grateful For The Life I Have. I Lived Bad For Many Years, And I've Got A Great Life Now. I've Got The Kind Of Life People Only Dream About.

It's All Sex For Me. Politics Is Sex. Race Is Sex. It's The Novel. It's The Novel!

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.

Well, The Clues Are There. They Always Are. Which Is Why When Crimes Are Solved Decades After The Fact, It's Obvious That The Clues Had Always Been Right In Front Of Them. A Traffic Ticket In Brooklyn Is How They Got ["son Of Sam" Serial Killer] David Berkowitz. You've Just Got To Look.