A Lie Hides The Truth. A Story

My Life Was Incoherent To Me. I Felt It Quivering, Spitting Out Broken Teeth.

If A Person Had Accused Him Of Meanness, He Could Have Defended Himself. But With A Dog - You Did Something Cheap To It When You Were Sure No One Was Looking, And It Was As Though You Had Done It In Front Of A Mirror.

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.

Literature Is The Province Of Imagination, And Stories, In Whatever Guise, Are Meditations On Life.