A Good Novel Begins With A Small

I've Always Known A Lot Of Very Bad People, Destructive, Brutes Of A Certain Kind. Then I've Seen These Lovely Impulses And What Not, And They've Stayed With Me And Comforted Me.

My First Job Was Working In A Dress Shop In Los Angeles In 1940, For $7 A Week.

Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery Cloaked In Babble.

There Was No Way To Grasp The Reality Of The Present Which Slid Away Each Second, Invisible As Air; Reality Only Existed After The Fact, In One's Vision Of The Past.

Freedom Is A Public Library.