I've Created A Narrative Of The World.

I Kept Saying, "stop Me Now. It's Going To My Head." I Got Some Photos. Really, I Did! It's Not My Noblest Sexual Self In These Moments, But I Want To Have Fun. I Want To Undress. I Get Off My Leash To Go Out And Perform. Some Other Writers Are Just Discomforted By The Way I Behave In Public. Because They're Loath To Perform.

I Don't Know Anybody In The Underworld. I Make This Stuff Up. I Don't Know Any Criminals.

I Wanted To Portray A Newly Democratized, Enclosed Society. I Wanted To Show How Extraordinarily Fluid People Are In Their Embrace Of Other Human Beings.

The Lunatic Populism That Preceded The Pearl Harbor Bombing Is Astonishing In Its Permutations, Its Crisscrossings. Guys Like [catholic Priest And Controversial Radio Broadcaster] Father Coughlin And [racist And Anti-semitic Agitator And Founder Of The Christian Nationalist Crusade] Gerald L.k. Smith Started Out As Share-the-wealth Socialists.

"war Gives Men A Plain-and-simple Something To Do ... Women Write Diaries In The Hope That Their Words Will Beckon Fate." It's A Romantic Manifesto.