You Burn A Man's Pickup, And He's

Live Your Life The Way You Want. You'll Figure It Out.

I Earned My First Steady Paycheck Watering Rose Bushes At A Nursery For A Dollar An Hour.

I Can't Change Overnight Into A Serious Literary Author. You Can't Compare Apples To Oranges. William Faulkner Was A Great Literary Genius. I Am Not.

I Have Learned Not To Read Reviews. Period. And I Hate Reviewers. All Of Them, Or At Least All But Two Or Three. Life Is Much Simpler Ignoring Reviews And The Nasty People Who Write Them. Critics Should Find Meaningful Work.

There Are Few Writers Who, If They Publish Anything, I Am Going To Buy It: Ian Mcewan, Scott Turow, Pat Conroy - He Was A Buddy Of Mine And I Always Read His Stuff. Also: Harlan Coben, Elmore Leonard, John Le Carre, But He's Pushing Ninety.