At A Certain Stage Of Misery, You'll

To Become A Celebrity Is To Become A Brand Name. There Is Ivory Soap, Rice Krispies, And Philip Roth. Ivory Is The Soap That Floats; Rice Krispies The Breakfast Cereal That Goes Snap-crackle-pop; Philip Roth The Jew Who Masturbates With A Piece Of Liver.

I Have A Slogan I Use When I Get Anxious Writing, Which Happens Quite A Bit: ‘the Ordeal Is Part Of The Commitment.’ It’s One Of My Mantras. It Makes A Lot Of Things Doable.

We Live In An Age In Which The Imagination Of The Novelist Is Helpless Against What He Knows He Is Going To Read In Tomorrow's Newspaper.

The Road To Hell Is Paved With Works-in-progress.

World War Iii Will Be Triggered Off Not By Suppressed Nationalists Seeking Political Independence, As Happened The First Time Around When The Serbs At Sarajevo Shot The Heir To The Austrian Throne, But By Some Semiliterate, Whacked-out "loner" Who Lobs A Rocket Into A Nuclear Arsenal In Order To Impress Brooke Shields.