John Wilkes Booth and Lee Harvey Oswald meet in hell and team up to assassinate Satan.

My memories of literary agenting are of a very happy time and there are surprising reminders of it coming back now.

So I am a product of the Internet, and to some degree a product of this sensibility of constant cultural reference.

Truth may be stranger than fiction, goes the old saw, but it is never as strange as lies.

I know nothing about letting go.

I think, as we all learn as a child, you have to learn to tolerate ambiguity better and I'm still terrible at it and I hate it; even the word ambiguity makes me sick to me stomach.

There's a tradition in American fiction that is deadly serious and earnest - like the Steinbeckian social novel.