The Ideal Reader Of My Novels Is

Alex Like Groweth Up, Oh Yes.

Life Is Sustained By The Grinding Opposition Of Moral Entities.

As We Grow Older, The Memories Of Early Life Brighten, Those Of Maturity And Senescence Grow Dim And Confused.

Blockbusting Fiction Is Bought As Furniture. Unread, It Maintains Its Value. Read, It Looks Like Money Wasted. Cunningly, Americans Know That Books Contain A Person, And They Want The Person, Not The Book.

Life Is A Wretched Gray Saturday, But It Has To Be Lived Through.