I Have A Painter's Memory. I Can

I Don't Know What Makes A Writer's Voice. It's Dozens Of Things. There Are People Who Write Who Don't Have It. They're Tone-deaf, Even Though They're Very Fluent. It's An Ability, Like Anything Else, Being A Doctor Or A Veterinarian, Or A Musician.

Words Are Nets Through Which All Truth Escapes.

I Don't Like To Listen To Music While I'm Working.

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

I Like To Cook; It Is, For Me, A Happy Combination Of Mindlessness And Purpose.