My first job was working in a dress shop in Los Angeles in 1940, for $7 a week.
It was hard to reassure grown-ups when you weren't certain yourself what you were feeling and thinkingโwhen thoughts dissolved before you could name them.
A lie hides the truth. A story tries to find it.
Freedom is a public library.
Life was an impenetrable mystery cloaked in babble.
The minute you become conscious that you are doing good, that's the minute you have to stop because from then on it's wrong.