I was stationed in Norfolk, Virginia, for a while, about which the less said the better, and then I was in the Mediterranean, about which the more said the better.

I'd been brought up on the Upper East Side in a WASP society, which was death on crutches.

And I finished college because I thought how much it would upset my parents if I didnt.

It’s true, I had an extremely delicious life, but that was my life at home, and perhaps because I was only a child, or for whatever reasons, I found the company of others, especially other boys, quite terrifying and upsetting.

I left Princeton, but I graduated Harvard, in 1952.

Write about the things that attract you. Choose your subjects the way you used to choose your toys: out of desire.

It has always been something I could do, and it may seem odd that in my case I seem to create an interesting narrative and frustrate the readers opportunities to follow it at every step.