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.

You get up in the morning because you might meet a woman. And if you stay at home by yourself, alone, you will not meet a woman.

It was easy not to think of my future; I didn't have one.

Rock and rollers can get you the youth buzz, and younger people are fanatical readers.

You try to learn who you are. You work hard. You've either got it or you don't when it comes to writing books. And you tend to only get these things if you want them, and want them to the exclusion of everything else.

My guys are morally weak, and they reach toward a tenuous knowledge of self-sacrifice, and sometimes it's too late. I find that moving. It's not a life I'd want to live. But, then, I'm not completely my books.

I love thinking about American history, thinking about LA history. I love brooding on crime.