I Don't Think I Came Out Of

I Don't Know Anybody In The Underworld. I Make This Stuff Up. I Don't Know Any Criminals.

I Don't Want To Recover From Writing This Book [the Onion]. I Feel Very Poised. I Feel Like I'm With My Mother For The First Time Ever. I Feel Like I've Confronted Her, And The Confrontation Goes On.

I Think The Great Unspoken Theme In Noir Fiction Is Male Self-pity. It Pervades Noir Movies.

She Quoted A Dead Playwright And Called Me A Bullet With Nothing But A Future. She Understood My Lack Of Self-pity. She Knew Why I Despised Everything That Might Restrict My Forward Momentum. She Knew That Bullets Have No Conscience. They Speed Past Things And Miss Their Marks As Often As They Hit Them.

Some People Don’t Respond To Civility.