The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one-day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

Life is all getting used to what you're not used to.

My first job was working in a dress shop in Los Angeles in 1940, for $7 a week.

People steal into one's consciousness and occupy what seems, in retrospect, to have been their place all along.

My life was incoherent to me. I felt it quivering, spitting out broken teeth.

I like to cook; it is, for me, a happy combination of mindlessness and purpose.

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.