I was the goldfish that leapt out of the bowl.
To be human is to be in a story.
In my early twenties, that's when I really began to write. Before that, I was too busy working, keeping myself going.
I have a painter's memory. I can remember things from my childhood which were so powerfully imprinted on me, the whole scene comes back.
I like to cook; it is, for me, a happy combination of mindlessness and purpose.
My first job was working in a dress shop in Los Angeles in 1940, for $7 a week.