A Good Novel Begins With A Small

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

The Truth Came Slowly Like A Story Told By People Interrupting Each Other.

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.

Teachers Inspire The Smallest Hearts To Grow Big Enough To Change The World.

We Are, In This Country, More Open To New Ideas. But We Are Also, It Seems To Me, More Inclined To Hail The New As Absolute Truth - Until The Next New Comes Along.