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What I did was eccentric. I hitchhiked into the Southwest, into open country. It was not the same as a sound stage. I saw the people who lived there; they were not like actors. I’m good at stirring up conversations; I listen well. I carried a notebook and wrote down whatever struck me. I particular…

There I was in 1950—I’d never be that high again—but in the next two years I was to know every kind of reversal: condemned by the right, damned by the left, and constantly having my plans and my hopes destroyed by malignant forces I could not place or describe. I knew that the higher you get, the m…

As the years pass—and I’m braving the wrath of my women friends—men always begin to look elsewhere for rejuvenation, poor things. Their penises, barometers of their continuing vitality, become less cooperative. This awakes anxiety. Men also search elsewhere for fresh entertainment—we have our geish…

As the years pass—and I’m braving the wrath of my women friends—men always begin to look elsewhere for rejuvenation, poor things. Their penises, barometers of their continuing vitality, become less cooperative. This awakes anxiety. Men also search elsewhere for fresh entertainment—we have our geish…

I believe Mary looked on me as a “womanizer.” It is a word I dislike, a prim, stuffy, frightened, middle-class word, and it demeans women. What it means to the people who use it is inaccurate in my case. I have been with a number of women outside my marriages. That number has been exaggerated. Was …